Part 6 (2/2)

He clenched his jaw against telling her there would be no other Dom. He hadn't completely lost his control. Any sub he took on deserved his best protection for her highest good, and if it was for Sandra's highest good to split her playtime between him and another Dom or several other Doms, he wouldn't discourage her.

”A thong and tank top, or even nothing at all would be best for our purposes.” He watched her frown at his last suggestion and added, ”Although you need to decide what you're most comfortable with. If you prefer something else within those limits, we'll work with it. But if you choose shorts or a short skirt or something like that, don't bother with any panties underneath. You won't need them, and you certainly won't be wearing them long.”

”Yes, sir.” Her expression looked nothing short of ravenous, and it made his b.a.l.l.s tighten and his c.o.c.k jerk to see her staring up at him like that. He took a deep breath and mentally shook himself. He couldn't let her shatter his concentration and control like this. It wouldn't be good for either of them. But no other sub and no other woman had ever affected him like this, and while he couldn't regret that his fantasies regarding Sandra were about to come true-at least some of them-he knew playing with her would test every bit of discipline he'd worked to develop over the years to fulfill his duties as her Dom.

”a.s.sume your submissive position and wait. I'll be right back.”

He took the opportunity to go into the restroom that connected with his office through a door in the back corner. He quickly changed out of his dress slacks and dress s.h.i.+rt and into the leather pants and black T-s.h.i.+rt that he wore on the dungeon floor during play.

When he returned to his office Sandra was on the floor in the submissive position he'd outlined, and wore only her thin bra. He fisted his hands to keep from grabbing her. He needed to do this right.

”You've been a good sub. I think it's time for a small reward.”

She looked up at him, surprise flas.h.i.+ng across her features.

”A reward, sir?”

Her voice was so tentative, he wondered if she'd only been given punishments in her other play sessions. He would have to talk to Mason about his club's philosophies and oversight. Very few people could speak to Mason in such a way about his club and retain his friends.h.i.+p, but Brent knew he was on that short list.

”Sandra, I've caught you several times staring at my c.o.c.k. What were you thinking about doing with it if given the chance?”

She sucked in a breath as she met his gaze. ”Sir, I wanted to stroke it, to rub my thumb over the tip to feel the creamy wetness of the pre-come there. To take it in my mouth and down my throat, to see what you taste like.”

Brent adjusted his stance as his c.o.c.k twitched and his b.a.l.l.s tightened hard against his body at the erotic picture she painted.

Apparently her rewards would be his, and her punishments would also be his.

”Then you'll have to remember to be on very good behavior if you want to have all of that.”

”Yes, sir.” Her face shone with happiness and her tongue darted out to moisten her full bottom lip, making Brent wish he could take her right here on the floor.

But not only did she deserve better, she needed to be eased into things, and he wanted the first time he took her to be something she would always remember. Something that had taken her higher than she'd ever gone.

”For now, how about we start with you taking my c.o.c.k out and stroking it. You are allowed to explore, but not to taste...yet. Do you understand your limits?”

She nodded and reached for him, and after a telling long second she dropped her hand back to her side. ”Yes, sir.”

”Good, Sandra. Very good. You may continue.”

Chapter 7.

Sandra swallowed hard. She reached out slowly and laid her hand over the large bulge at the front of Master Brent's leather pants. Even through the smooth material she could feel the heat pulsing off the hard outline of his c.o.c.k.

Her mouth watered and she had to forcibly remind herself she couldn't taste him. At least not yet. But that was just more incentive to learn how to be his sub, and learn it quickly.

She slipped open the b.u.t.ton on his pants and then slowly pulled down Master Brent's zipper. The metal slid effortlessly open and gave her a better view of the cloth-covered bulge that outlined his erection.

She glanced up to find him watching her.

Heat seared through her at the raw hunger in his steady gaze. Reluctantly breaking that contact, she returned her attention to her task. She slid her fingers inside the fly of the boxer briefs and sucked in a breath at the hot, firm feel of him.

Her mouth watered as she tried to imagine what Master Brent tasted like. She'd found that she really enjoyed having a nice, hard c.o.c.k in her mouth. The spicy or even sweet and salty taste bursting over her tongue, and the thrust of it in her throat as she took all that was offered, always made her p.u.s.s.y ache to be filled. And now even the thought of all of that with Master Brent had the same effect, only more intense.

d.a.m.n, she really needed to come again. But not willing to risk a punishment, she took a breath and firmed her resolve to be the best sub Master Brent had ever had.

She explored his thick length, stroking him as much as she could within the confines of his open pants and his boxer briefs. ”You have a very nice c.o.c.k, sir. I can imagine having it inside me...in several different scenarios.”

Impossibly, he hardened further in her hand as she continued to stroke him. She glanced up to find his intense blue gaze on her and lost herself in the command she saw there. Only then did she look back at his c.o.c.k and allow herself to trace her thumb up and over the wide tip to find the drop of creamy pre-come she had known would be there.

She thrilled at the slick warmth of it and took a moment to enjoy spreading it over the swollen head and causing a rumbling sound of need in the back of Master Brent's throat.

Her entire body ached, and she reached down with her free hand to stroke her c.l.i.t as she continued to slide her hand up and down his thick shaft.

Master Brent leaned forward and closed his hand over hers and pulled it away from him.

Confusion churned, and she glanced up to find his stern expression pinning her in place.

”Did I give you permission to touch your c.l.i.t?”

Her mind raced, and she huffed as she realized she'd overstepped her permissions, quickly followed by the knowledge that she wasn't cringing away from Master Brent's punishments as she had with Diego. She trusted him to take care of her. ”No, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I got caught up in the moment.”

He nodded. ”You'll learn to stay within your bounds. You'll learn that when you do I will always take care of your needs. Remember that.”

She blew out a slow breath as disappointment arrowed deep. She badly needed to come, but knew that she would now have to wait until she got back to Mich.e.l.le's apartment and went to bed. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched at the loss of what could have happened tonight, but she consoled herself that there would be many other nights. Many more possibilities, and she vowed to learn to be the best sub Master Brent could ever hope for. She would be so good at it that he would forget every other sub he had ever played with.

”Sandra?” Master Brent's voice was laced with both concern and censure, and Sandra realized she'd let herself become distracted. ”Yes, sir. I'm sorry again, sir.” She scrambled to remember the last thing he'd said...that he would always take care of her needs if she was a good sub. She thrilled at the thought. ”Yes, sir. I will definitely remember that.”

”It's time for our play to end, and for you to rest. Will you be here at the Club tomorrow night?”

She nodded quickly, hoping she didn't look too needy or desperate, even though she was feeling both right now.

”I'll see you tomorrow then.” He zipped up, and a sharp stab of disappointment a.s.saulted her.

He tapped her gently on the end of the nose and she couldn't help but smile. Master Brent seemed to always know when she needed to smile. ”Don't forget to eat and take care of yourself, and bring back the contract with any questions. I'll meet you in the locker room waiting area tomorrow evening at seven?”

She thought about the day she had planned-laundry and cleaning house-her payment to Mich.e.l.le for letting her stay there until she found a job. She had also promised to make lasagna. She could do all of that and be here by seven p.m. to meet Master Brent. She nodded up at him with antic.i.p.ation churning through her. ”Yes, sir.”

Master Brent nodded, reached into his desk drawer, and pulled out a combination lock and a small slip of paper before laying it in her palm and closing her fingers over it.

”Stand up and come here.”

Sandra pushed up from the floor and straightened in front of him.

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