No Strings Attached (11 page)

His eyes were focused, as intense as they always were, and after an eternity, he let himself in and—froze. I closed the door and locked it, but I didn't miss the up-down sweep of his eyes or the ghost of a smile on his lips.

He cleared his throat and, very casually, strode toward the sofa.

I joined him moments later, keeping that single cushion of space between us.

His eyes focused on the hands in his lap, but when he looked at me, something had definitely changed. The air crackled with the tension surrounding us, and I broke eye contact.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” Thayre said, his voice even.

“I am.”
It's all I've thought about.

He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting it until I met his gaze. “When I ask you a question, I want you to look at me and answer truthfully. Now, are you still okay with what we talked about yesterday?”

“I am.”

He released my chin and folded one leg under the other. “Before we begin, there are a few ground rules we should cover. That said, I assume it's safe to say talking about your ex would make you uncomfortable.”

“Yes.”

“Can we discuss past circumstances?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, what did your past Doms use as safe words?”

You mean when he actually took his role seriously?
“Red and yellow.”

“Okay, so they're the same as mine. I'm also guessing those words have meanings similar to my own. For me, yellow is to slow down and check in on you. This is something I like my sub to use if she needs to change positions or is having any discomfort. Using red stops everything completely, not only what we're doing, but whatever I had planned for the evening gets set aside so we can review what may have triggered you. That way it doesn't happen again. Do you understand?'

“Yes.”

“Do you have any hard limits? Something you won't do.”

“Orgasm control and denial.”

“Is that something you'd be willing to work on or—”

“Not up for debate.”

“Seems fair, but with one condition of my own—you tell me when you're getting close so I can either push you harder or back off. And while this might not be any of my business, you mind telling me why it's one of your limits?”

“It was abused, and I'd rather not get into it.”

He nodded, and the subject was dropped. “Anything else? Choking, blood play, that sort of thing?”

I shrugged. “Never really did them, so it's hard for me to say.”

“Which is also understandable. With that out of the way, would you be adverse to vibrators, butt plugs, exhibition or anything along those lines?”

My cheeks burned. “Umm, my experience is kind of limited.”
A lot more limited than I realized.

“We'll play by ear, then. Now, a lot of what you might be used to won't happen right away. Even though I know you're familiar with the lifestyle, you've never subbed under me. Yes, you've been submissive, but you haven't given up your control. We'll go as fast as I feel is necessary. This isn't up for debate. We'll go at my pace, and I'll only push your boundaries when I feel it's necessary and when I know you're ready. Do you have any questions?”

“No, I think that about covers it.”

“Then from this point on until I say we're done, you're to address me as 'Sir.' You'll speak when spoken to unless a safe word is needed, do as I ask, but no more than that. If I ask you to suck me, I expect you on your knees with your hands behind your back. And when I ask a question, I need you to answer it promptly, truthfully, and loud enough so I can hear. Do you understand?”

My clit throbbed at the mention of me on my knees, sucking his cock.
Yes, please.
“Yes, Sir.”

He stood and gave me a pointed look. “You know, I was hoping you'd wear a little more. This is going to shorten my plans for the evening.”

I got up off the sofa moments later, and habit forced me to stare at the floor. “I'm sorry, Sir.”

“It's okay. It's my fault for not being specific. And what did I say about keeping eye contact?”

I looked at him from under my lashes. “Sorry, Sir.”

“I'll excuse it this once. Now, show me to your room.”

I'd already been down this hall countless times since I got home, but now everything was enhanced. The walls grew closer together, and when we passed by the mirror hanging on one of the walls, I couldn't help glancing at it to see Thayre's face. His head was turned so he was looking at my back, but any note of apprehension I hoped to find was absent along his rigid jaw line.

I stopped outside my room.

“Aren't you going to let me in?” Thayre asked, his eyebrows raised when I faced him.

“I thought you should go in first, Sir.”

Thayre inclined his head. “I may be acting as your Dom right now, but I'm still a gentleman. Go on inside and stand in the middle of the room.”

I swallowed and allowed myself a bit of hesitation before doing as he asked. My feet were suddenly too loud against the coarse carpeting. I didn't have to look behind me to know Thayre had joined me. Floorboards creaked beneath him as he kept outside my peripheral vision, and I mentally tracked him as he stepped closer. Behind me. Close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck.

I fisted my hands and held them at my sides, bowing my head and closing my eyes without correcting myself. He'd asked me to always keep eye contact, and already I'd disobeyed one of his first orders. He didn't scold me. Instead, he walked to my side, cool air brushing against my arm when he passed.

“Look at me.”

I lifted my gaze. Met his own when he came to stand in front of me.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Is this making you uncomfortable?”

He'd already seen me naked. Hell, we'd had sex half a dozen times since that first night.
So why are you so nervous?
Standing in the middle of my room, it suddenly felt as though I didn't belong.

“Moyra, I asked you a question.”

“Nervous, Sir.”

“But not physically uncomfortable.”

“No, Sir.”

He touched the hem of my teddy, which reached below my knees. “What are you wearing under this?”

I wet my lips. “Nothing, Sir.”

“Nothing? Nothing at all?”

I shivered once he let go of the silky fabric. “No, Sir.”

He released a long breath, then pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “You aren't going to make this easy on me.” He reached behind me and yanked on my hair. “Right now, all I want to do is to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

Please do.

“But I'm not going to.”

I blinked. I may have whimpered a bit.

He lifted the front of my teddy with his free hand, releasing a soft moan as he parted my pussy lips with a finger. “Not easy at all.” Thayre released me then and took a step back, the sudden absence of his touch throwing me off balance. “Take it off.”

“Sir?”

“Was I not clear?” Thayre's voice was terse. “Show me what you're hiding under your teddy.”

Dropping my gaze, I lifted the teddy over my head, allowing it to slip from my fingers and onto the floor. The cooler air kissed my skin, and I shivered as much from the change in temperature as Thayre's eyes on me. A moment later, I dropped my hands to my sides, anxiously waiting for whatever he asked me to do next. 

“Unbutton my shirt.”

I stepped toward him, and, with shaking hands, went to work on the top button. Never in my life had it been so hard to shove a piece of plastic through the appointed hole, but Thayre was patient. Even when I almost had it and the button slipped out of my fingers, he was quiet. His breaths were even. His eyes set on me. On what I was, or wasn't doing.

The first button finally came undone, and in my brief moment of glory, I forgot his command was to undo the entire shirt and not a single button. By the third button, my fingers started to cooperate, but as my attention drifted farther down his chest, over his abs, I noticed a gentle swell growing beneath his slacks.

He must be rock hard.
I screwed up on the next button and tried again. When I reached his waist, I tugged on the bottom of his shirt, untucking it from his pants before finishing off the last two buttons. He stopped as I pushed the shirt over his shoulders.

“Give it to me.”

I handed him his shirt, which he quickly folded over one arm.

“Remove my pants.”

He kicked off his shoes, nudged them to one side, then set his arms behind his back. Taking his unmoving posture as my cue, I unbuckled his belt, undid the button on his slacks, drew down the zipper, then carefully knelt in front of him so he could step out of his pants. Those too were handed over to him, which he added to his folded shirt.

Holding the garments out in front of him, he said, “Place them on the bed.”

By now, his commands weren't nearly as jarring as they'd been when we first got in my room, and with one layer of clothing left between myself and his erect cock, I couldn't move fast enough.

Once his clothes were deposited to my bed, I stood in front of him again, hands behind my back. But no other commands came. He stepped away, then circled me, slowly. Slower. Barely moving.

As he walked, he trailed his fingertips over my collarbone, my shoulder blades, over my breasts. Again. He repeated the motion three times, and as he did, I found myself falling into a trance. Not calm, but not as anxious as I'd been, either.

He stopped again, taking his place in front of me.

“My boxers. Remove them.”

My mouth watered and, as I held my breath, I curled my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, drawing them to his ankles so he could step out of them.

Before I could stand up, his hand on my shoulder stopped me. “Stay.” He leaned forward and spoke close to my ear. “Get on your knees.”

Remembering what he'd said in the living room, I got on my knees, and after setting his boxers out of the way, I straightened my posture and placed my hands behind my back. He stepped behind me again, tapping a foot against mine so I'd widen my stance.

“Good. Very good.” He tugged on my hair again, but not enough to make it hurt. “Who's my beautiful Songbird?”

I'm not sure why, but the little pet name made me grin. “I am, Sir.”

I didn't see it, but I could sense the smile in his voice. “And who do you belong to this evening?”

“To you, Sir.”

“And if I told you this was it for the night, you'd get dressed and see me out?”

I swallowed. Hard.
Over? Already?

“Moyra?”

“I'm sorry, Sir. I...” I bit my tongue.
What you want right now doesn't matter. He sets the pace, remember?
And if this was as far as he wanted to go this evening, there wasn't a damn thing I could say to change his mind. “Whatever you feel is best, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, suck me. But, without using your hands.”

I drew in a breath, and keeping my hands behind my back as directed, I licked my lips and took him in my mouth. His hard cock pulsed from the contact, but he didn't move.

Left to explore, I adjusted my jaw to accommodate him. Took him deeper into my mouth. Pulled back so I could circle the head of his shaft with my tongue, teasing the slit I found there.

I then traced the vein under his cock, applying more pressure when I went down on him again. The first time I deep throated him, he rewarded me with a catch of breath, and a quick thrust of his hips. He cleared his throat and set a hand on the side of my neck, assuring me he was still there.

His fingers tensed. Relaxed. Tensed again when I went down on him. The slight pressure on my neck gave me pause, but as his fingers calmed, so did I. Not quite breath play, I could see we were standing on the edge of trying it and moving away from it.

I pressed forward, deep-throating him the same instant he applied the same pressure to my windpipe—not enough to keep the air from my lungs, but just right to make my clit throb with excitement. The feeling was akin to sitting at the top of a rollercoaster before that first drop. I knew what was coming, and I couldn't stop it, so I closed my eyes and waited for the world to fall.

Each time I deep throated him, I tested myself to see how far I could go. Every catch of breath, every moan and every time his fingers tensed on my neck, it felt as though he was going down on me. Playing with my clit. Licking it. Circling it.

“Enough,” Thayre said, gently pushing me away. “That's enough for one day.”

I licked my lips then, with his permission, I got to my feet and wiped my mouth with my hand.

He pressed his forehead to mine, clearly out of breath—more so than he'd been when I was still kneeling on the floor. “You did very well. Almost got me to climax a few times.” When I gave him a questioning glance, he added, “I didn't want to. I want to earn your trust first, not use it as some way to get what I want. But because we're done for the day, you don't need to call me Sir anymore. You can also talk now if you like.”

I didn't, instead, I did the one thing I'd been wanting to do ever since he dropped me off at my apartment yesterday afternoon. I kissed him. Hard. He returned the gesture with just as much fervor, and when we finally parted again, I was out of breath.

“You're such a tease,” I said, leaning over to pick my teddy off the floor.

He smiled and ran a hand through his dark curls. “Trust me, it wasn't easy. I was hoping you'd be wearing a shirt and pants so I could disrobe you properly but...” He shrugged.

“It still worked out, though.”

“You might not be saying that if you knew what all I'd had planned before I got here.”

“Tease.”

“It's the honest to God truth.”

I stepped toward him, and, with tentative fingers, I took his cock in my hand. “Doesn't mean we have to stop now.”

He frowned, but he couldn't hide the smile waiting right behind it. “As much as I would love to take you up on the offer of a hand job and beyond, we should stop. If my control over you is what you want, we need to keep to the D/s dynamic. At least until we figure out what we both want. This isn't to say we'll be living the lifestyle twenty-four seven, but definitely in the bedroom. Question is, would you be okay to wait until after our next practice so we can do this again?”