Make Me (14 page)

David

I can feel her body tense as I palm her lower back and escort her into my house. It’s okay, baby girl. This will be your home when you’re here. She bites her lower lip like she always does when she is scared or unsure and it makes me want to wrap her in my arms and comfort her.

“Hey, do you trust me?” I ask as I softly lift her chin with one finger.

She nods her head up and down in that irresistible way that always wrenches my heart. This woman has no idea what she does to me.

I lean in to cradle her face with both hands and tenderly kiss her. The whimpers and mews that escape her lips immediately made me harden. She affects me as much as I affect her.

I wink at her and smile. “Come here I have someone I want you to meet.” I can see the apprehension in her eyes—apprehension of the unknown. She will know in time that she can trust me with her life.

She giggles as I open the back door and my black lab comes bounding in to greet her.

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“You don’t think I’m going to have another male here trying to run things do you?” I wink at her, “No way, Sweetie. There is only room for one top dog in this house.” I pull a Tupperware container out and pour Angel’s food in a bowl.

I make my way over and bend down beside Linda to scratch Angel’s head. “You stay out here girl; the grownups need to talk.”

“I’m not in trouble again, am I?”

“Quite the opposite,” I state, taking her hand.

I lead her to the master bedroom and close the door. Those wide eyes of hers just pull me right in.

“Oh, baby girl. Sweet, baby girl...” My mouth crashes down on her and she immediately opens up, allowing me full access to those sweet lips she always chews on when she is nervous.

I take her face in my hands with urgency. “Baby, let me see, let me see my art work—those beautiful marks that I put on that sweet little ass of yours.” I can’t wait, I pull at her suited attire until she is standing there nude, clenching her hands at her side and waiting.

“Oh girl, you are so fucking beautiful. You mark up so well.”

I gently run my hand over her ass. “It’s okay, baby girl; I’ll be gentle. I feel her relax under my hand immediately. I can’t say that the fact that she is beginning to trust me doesn’t please me. “Go lay down, baby. I want to taste you.”

Linda

He stands beside the bed, staring down at me as he rolls up those damn sleeves. There are times when I feel like that act alone makes me wet.

“Pull those legs back for me, baby girl; I want my mouth on you.”

The feral growl in his voice, along with David’s intense nature, always sends me into a tailspin.

He steps out of his shoes and positions himself between my legs.

He looks up at me from between my legs and says, “Pull those fucking legs back. I’m not going to say it again!” He smacks lightly at the inside of my thighs as his hooded eyes study me before his next statement. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I will know every inch of that body of yours before long. I will know what you like, what you don’t like, and what you crave in the darkest recesses of your mind by the time I get done with you.

I yelp as he pushes on the back of my upper thighs, flattens his tongue over my slit, and then runs the tip of it up into me and over my clit. His fingers spread me open and slip in. In no time, my hips are bucking and my hand is running through his hair, encouraging him. He purposely brings me right to the edge and stops.

I can tell my anguished cry of “Please, I’ll do anything,” is music to his ears as he repeats the process over and over, until tears well up in my eyes. He stands, removing his clothes and soothing me with his voice.

He begins taunting me just because he can. “I’m going to fuck you while I tell you what I want. After you agree to what I want, then we’ll discuss the matter of you coming.” I earnestly shake my head up and down and he chuckles.

He is driving me crazy. Why won’t he just tell me what he wants? I need him to fill me; I need him to let me come. Finally, after what seems like forever, he pushes the head of his cock into me. “Is this you want?”

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop. Please, don’t torture me anymore.”

“Wear my collar.”

It is more of a command than a request.

“Yes, fuck. Anything.” I would have agreed to anything and everything and he knows it. It is the reason he purposely worked me up.

David &Linda

I intentionally go back to the boutique where I had met Clarissa. I am quickly finding out people in the BDSM community gravitate towards one another.

I know the general public can be very judgmental about our lifestyle—even going so far as to insinuate we have emotional or mental problems for being kinky.

My assessment is that their cruelty stems from being uneducated. You can’t argue with stupid so trying to figure out the general public’s logic is something that I will just have to let go.

David’s voice cuts through my discussion with Clarissa, when she holds up a red dress.

“No! I said white—the darkest you may go is cream.”

I put my hand on my hip and eye David, “If memory serves me correctly, you aren’t even supposed to be here. You are not supposed to see me before the ceremony.”

“That is a wedding, and I’m not superstitious, so I will most likely go to pick that dress out too.”

He cuts his eyes towards me as he rises and begins that stalking thing that he does.

Oh shit.

“I thought you were working on your tablet. Don’t you have some work to do, David?”

“I’m doing it.” He pins me to the wall and reaches over to the rack to pull out a short, sequined, cream colored, mini dress. He holds it up to my body, never taking his eyes off of me.

Clarissa’s shriek cuts through the air. “It’s perfect! Oh my gosh! It’s your size; how did he do that?”

How the hell do I know? Super Dom powers, maybe?

She pulls me from beneath his arm and into the dressing room. She seems to be more excited than I am about the upcoming ceremony, that is, until I put the dress on. I stare into the mirror; it is perfect—absolutely perfect.

When we walk back out, David looks up over his glasses and I immediately know by the look on his face that this is the right choice.

How did he do that?

David

I circle my sub as she kneels on a pillow. I walk around her, studying each detail of her posture. She is doing so well—like she has always been cut out for this lifestyle and it just took the right Dom to bring it out in her.

Her legs are tucked underneath her and spread with the precise amount of space between her knees. Her chest is poked out and her arms are folded perfectly behind her back with each hand resting on the opposite forearm.

I circle around her one more time, tapping the lower half of her back with the cane, and she immediately responds by sitting up straighter. I make my way to the front of her and pick up her chin with my forefinger. “Are you ready for tomorrow’s ceremony, baby girl?”

“Yes, Sir.” The innocence in her gaze only serves to draw me further into her magic—the same way it always has.

“Good girl,” I swoon. I unzip my tailored pants and my hardened cock juts out. Just mandating orders to her makes my cock hard. I simply can’t get enough of her.

She starts to unfold her arms to reach for my cock and my voice cuts through the air. “Keep those arms folded!” I grab a handful of her hair, pulling her ruby red lips down on my member. The way she is looking up at me for direction makes my cock jump again. Everything this girl does turns me on.

Watching those blood red lips go up and down on my cock while she looks up at me with big innocent eyes is about to put me over the edge. I pull her off of me; I don’t want to come yet.

I read the look on her face and speak, “Oh girl, you didn’t do anything wrong—quite the opposite.” I pull her head by a handful of hair, forcing her to give me her undivided attention and growl, “Crawl. Your. Ass. Over. To. That. Bed.”

She purposely sways her hips as she slowly crawls over to it.

I stand next to the bed as I begin undressing and turn my eyes towards her, “All fours!” I can already see her arms that hold her in position trembling. She responds to me so well. It is one of the many things that turns me on so much about her.

I make my way behind her and lightly pinch her inner thigh. Instinctively, she spreads her bent knees apart more.

“Girl, you are dripping wet.” I very slowly and methodically pump two fingers into her and run them around the walls of her opening. Her inner muscles clamp down on them like a vice grip.

“That sweet little pussy of yours sure does like me. This is my pussy now. After tomorrow, you and I are as good as married.” I fist her hair and pull her head back to hiss in her ear, “And I am marrying you, so you get that shit straight in your head now!”

“Yes, Sir,” her voice hitches.

I spread her opening apart and barely put the head of my cock in her. She begins pushing back on it and my hand crashes down on her ass with lightning speed. “Did I tell you to do that?”

“Oh, fuck, I can’t help it,” she growls.

I jerk the handful of hair I’m holding and she yelps. “You just keep that position or you’ll be sucking my cock and going to bed with no orgasm.” I begin taunting her, “Have you been playing with yourself without my permission?”

“No, Sir,” she groans.

“Good, because if I thought you were taking something that is mine—well, let’s just say I would be very upset.”

I begin barely pushing the head of my cock into her again. I have to chuckle; she is shaking she is trying so hard to not pull back and ride my cock. I taunt her, leaning over and whispering, “Do you want to ride that cock?”

Her answer sounds more like a primitive, feral growl than a voice, “Yeeees!”

I move and sit on the edge of the bed, “Then ride it, girl!”

Linda

I make my way over to him, spread myself apart, and look him dead in the eye when I sit, impaling myself on that long, thick, hard stalk of his. My fingernails mercilessly dig into his shoulders as I look into that intense face of his and ride his cock like a crazed maniac.

He lies back on the bed and relaxes, taking everything I have to give. His face has a stern look on it as he studies me. That straight lined serious mouth of his is making me want to fuck him even harder. The man turns me on in ways that I can’t even begin to wrap my brain around. He begins pinching my clit with two of his fingers as he speaks, “Don’t you ever think that just because I let you on top of me to ride my cock that you are in charge. It’s never going to happen. Now come!”

Needless to say, I lose it…