Playing Dom (17 page)

“
My goal is
for you to enjoy this, not for you to be afraid. This is all about
you tonight. Your pleasure. I want to make you feel good, to trust
me, to know that your happiness and safety are at the forefront of my
mind, above all things. Do you understand?”

“
Mhm,” I
replied, feeling shy suddenly. “What would you like for me to
call you?”

“
Call me Sir.
You have to earn the right to call me Master.”

“
Yes, Sir.”
I tasted the word on my lips, and I loved the flavor of it. Calling
Chet Sir had felt like a duty. Calling Micah Sir somehow felt like an
act of respect.

Micah placed his
hands gently on my shoulders, then circled around me, never losing
contact. His fingertips danced over my skin causing a pleasant, if
not ticklish, sensation. When he was behind me, I felt him take a
step forward, the hard muscle of his chest pressing against my
backside. His hot breath was in my ear, making a shiver roll through
my spine as he wrapped his protective arms around me, holding me to
him. His hands slid down to my waist and then felt their way up my
body, sensually groping and massaging. One of his hands slipped
around my neck, and my breath hitched in sudden fear. If it had been
Chet, I could have expected a choking, but before I had a chance to
focus on it much, Micah's other hand raked through my hair, gripping
a fistful of it to softly tilt my head back so that his lips could
find mine. The kiss lasted for a split second before he turned me
around to face him, meeting my mouth with more urgency. I moaned
softly, tasting his dominant kiss, our lips and tongues moving in
time, seeking and savoring. He groped my beasts while we kissed,
weaving his fingers through the chain of my outfit to touch my skin.
My own want got the better of me, and I allowed my hands to reach up
and rub over his arms, my fingertips petting over the hard flesh of
his biceps, then pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to his
shoulders. By some miracle, he didn't chastise or correct me, but
simply allowed me to get lost in the moment, to get lost in being
with him.

His hands slid
behind my back, annoyed with the chains that held my flesh just out
of reach. I could feel him unclasping my top as he continued to kiss
me. Then he moved up to unfasten the choker around my neck that kept
it in place. It fell between us with a soft clanking sound. My need
to feel his skin became overwhelming, and I found myself reaching for
the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his arms and allowed me to pull it
off of him. Oh God, his body felt even more amazing with my sight
taken away. My hands went back to his chest, exploring and enjoying
the heat of his skin, my mind reeling in disbelief of what we were
doing.

This wasn't like I
had thought it would be at all. Micah was dominating me, yet he was
still giving me room to make my own choices. That small bit of
freedom enhanced my arousal, my want for him. My only complaint was
that I wished I could see his face. I wanted to see the dominant gaze
in his eyes. I was sure it was there. It was burned into my memory.
But the thought of seeing it, of seeing him, did things to me.

After a few minutes
of Micah placing chaste kisses across my shoulders, he left my body,
stepping out of reach. I pouted, though I quickly realized he wasn't
standing in front of me anymore to see it. The sound of him messing
with the duffel bag again got my curiosity going.

Seconds later, I
heard his footsteps return and then felt his hand gently take mine to
lead me. Each step I took was short and careful, trying to make sure
I didn't bump into anything. Something rough was brushing against my
leg, though I couldn't really tell what it was. It wasn't until I
heard a thud that I realized it was probably the duffel bag. Judging
from the distance we had traveled, Micah had led me into my bedroom.
It wasn't a place I had really allowed him in before, so I was
surprised that he entered without my permission, not that I minded
this time. He was in control, so it was his game.

His hand left mine,
and I listened to a rustling sound as he rummaged through the bag and
did God knows what else. There were a lot of footsteps, getting
distant and then moving closer. All I could guess was that he was
doing something to the bed, setting up our scene.

“
What are you
doing?” I dared to ask.

“
Shh. No
talking,” he responded, though his words were soft, not
threatening as they would have been if they had come from Chet.

Whatever he was
doing took quite a while, or at least it seemed that way when
confined to the darkness of my mind. When he finally did return and
lightly touched my side, I jumped slightly, startled by the
sensation. What came next freaked me out a bit more. Micah grabbed me
by the sides and quite literally threw me back onto the bed. The
weightlessness caused me to panic, and by the time I hit the
mattress, I thought my heart was going to explode. My hands moved to
pull the blindfold off, but Micah was on top of me before I could
accomplish my goal. He forced my wrists against the bed and pressed
his lips into mine, kissing my words away. The affection only lasted
a few seconds, just long enough to calm me down before he crawled
over to push one of my wrists into what felt like a restraint and
fastened me in. Now my heart was really racing, and my discomfort
level was rising. It would take an immense amount of trust to allow
him to tie me down, and I wasn't quite sure we were there yet.

I forced myself to
swallow my fears, giving in to him completely, trying to control my
breathing as he finished binding one wrist and moved on to the other.
Being blind was becoming more irritating by the moment, probably
because he was rendering me even more helpless than before. This
required my full submission, and giving it was harder than I could
have imagined.

As soon as my wrists
were both restrained, I felt Micah's hand return to my chest. His
fingers lightly traced over my skin, teasing one of my nipples, which
sent a shock of pleasure straight to my clit. It was strange how
careful and sensual his touch was. He reminded me of a painter,
delicately covering the canvas of my body, making sure that every
stroke was perfect. I found myself relaxing again despite myself, as
if his very touch demanded it, though there was nothing demanding
about the way that he was handling me.

Micah's hand glided
down to my navel, then he stroked a line back up to my chest with his
index finger before giving my face a light slap and gripping my jaw.
His fingertip played across my bottom lip, and I nipped at it before
sucking it into my mouth. The salty taste of his skin was exquisite,
the rough texture of the pad of his finger as I swirled my tongue
over the top of it. My loins ached to feel another texture in my
mouth, something smooth and with a much saltier flavor, a much more
masculine flavor. Just thinking about it made me writhe slightly
beneath him, my arousal ramping up to an almost unmanageable level. I
moaned shamelessly, and it was all the invitation that he needed to
draw his finger away, leaving my mouth feeling abandoned and wanton.

The
weight of his body shifted on the bed, and then I felt it disappear.
I strained to lift my head, as if it would actually help me to see,
but all there was was darkness. For a moment, I thought he had gone
to rummage through his duffel bag again, but then I felt his hand on
my ankle, and I knew he was finishing what he started, strapping my
ankles in so that I was completely bound for his pleasure. I laid
there patiently, listening to my own breathing, feeling the strange
sensations swirling through my body. Where mostly fearful
anticipation had been before, there was a different kind of feeling,
not apprehension for what was coming next, but excitement. Micah's
domination was a mix of sweet and salty, a whole lot of pleasure with
a small taste of the forbidden.

“
Take
off your clothes,” I begged.

“
All
in good time,” his voice was calm and confident. “No more
talking.”

I
felt bad that it was the second time he had to warn me, but I was so
damned horny. Again, I felt the need to rip the blindfold off, to see
what he was doing, but more importantly, to see him. I could only
imagine what he looked like, that hard shirtless frame, that panty
melting smirk, those gorgeous green eyes. It drove me insane that he
was denying me the pleasure of looking at him. Maybe I shouldn't have
checked blindfolds off on that list.

The
weight of his body returned between my legs, and his fingers returned
to my stomach, softly raking their way up to my chest. Each time he
touched me, it felt like sparks were going off in my nether region,
like they were a flame licking at a wick that was postponing my
inevitable explosion. He rubbed against my body a while longer before
straddling me, and then I heard a distinct clicking sound that
completely threw me for a loop. My mind quickly went to work trying
to piece together what it was. There was a click, and then a hiss,
and then a crackle. Fire.

“
Can
you guess what I'm doing?” he asked.

“
Am
I allowed to talk now, Sir?”

“
I
asked you a question, didn't I?”

“
Yes,
Sir.” I cowered a bit from his condescending words. “If
you're going to pour candle wax on me, then I'd like to see.”

“
You
have good ears.” I could hear the grin in his voice.

“
When
your sight is obstructed, your other senses become more keen.”

“
This
is true.”

I felt his hand tug
at the blindfold, carelessly pulling it off of my head before he
tossed it and the lighter over the side of the bed. My eyes adjusted
to the light, fixing on the white taper candle he was holding over
me, then quickly moving past it to his shirtless body. Just seeing
him looming over me like that set my arousal sensors on overdrive.
This was Micah in his element. His eyes were set on the flame,
waiting for the wax to heat up, and my eyes were set on him,
wondering why I had resisted him for so long.

“
Hold this for
a minute, will you? I don't want to get wax on my jeans.”

“
What do you
mean?” My gaze shot up to his face.

“
Open your
mouth.”

“
You can't be
serious.”

“
Do I look
like I'm joking? Hurry now. I just lit it. It will be a while before
the wax drips, but if you don't hurry, I might not be able to get my
pants off in time.”

I thought about
saying no, but then decided to trust him, opening my mouth obediently
so he could stick the candle inside. My teeth clamped around it, my
eyes focusing on the flame, fearing that the wax would drip down onto
my lips. Micah didn't let go of it until he knew I had a firm grip.
Then he immediately climbed off of the bed and began stripping down
to his boxers. I would have watched him if I wasn't so terrified of
the candle wax dripping onto my face. Every second was an
excruciating forever of internal panic. The wax melted at the top of
the candle, making a slow decent down the side, and my breathing
began to pick up in fear. I thought about trying to maneuver it with
my mouth, to lean it so that it would drip on my chin or chest, but
with my luck, I would just drop it.

Apparently, Micah
had been watching the candle all along, as well as the fear on my
face. He finished taking off his clothes and took it from me when the
first drop was halfway down the stick. It was good timing too,
because a second drop sped down the candle to meet the first, causing
it to drip over his hand almost the second that he took the candle
away from me. I sighed in relief, my eyes darting up to meet his. He
didn't wince or react at all when the wax touched his hand.

“
Don't do that
again,” I told him.

“
Talking.”
Micah brought the candle up to his lips as if it was a finger trying
to shush me.

I wanted to grumble
at him, but when I opened my mouth to speak only a gasp came out. He
had tipped the candle over and dripped wax across my chest, a more
effective way of silencing me. There was a distinct burn when the wax
hit, but it quickly cooled as it hardened. Each tiny drop made my
breath hitch, and I squirmed almost involuntarily, trying to get away
from the sensation. Up and down my body he went with it. Over my
breasts, my nipples, down my stomach, and even onto my neck. Each
area provided a different stimulus, some more pleasant than others.
The candle dripped wax until there was a fair smattering all over me,
then Micah blew it out and waited for the wax around the tip to
harden before setting the candle down on the bedside table.

I watched as he
crawled down my body, hooking his fingers around the waistband of my
chain and leather bikini bottoms before pulling them down. My spread
legs created a bit of a problem, so he had to unbind my feet to get
them off completely, then restrain me all over again. It didn't
really seem to bother him though, more of an annoyance than anything
else. I had kind of hoped he would fuck me though the chains. That
would have been hot. But it appeared that he wanted better access to
all of me.