Page 51 of Learn For Me
Tracing his fingers across a row of nipple clamps, Zeke let his attention soak in all the toys at his disposal. Clamps, collars, cuffs, vibrators, dildos, anal plugs ranging from the size of his little finger to three times the girth of his cock. Ropes, chains, gags, handcuffs. Crops, floggers, whips, canes. Hoods and blindfolds. All manner of lubes, and various oils.
Humming under his breath, he selected two pairs of cuffs, a small bottle of silicone-based lube, a training plug, and a condom. Nothing fancy, just the basics, but enough to give his sub a taste of how decadent submission could be.
“All right, angel, on the bed.”
Her eyes were still tracking him, wary and apprehensive. “I… I thought…”
“Yes?”
“Well, I’m on my knees, and I… don’t you want…” Her chin jerked toward his cock.
Adding a touch of steel to his tone, Zeke lifted an eyebrow. “Don’t I want your mouth on me? Do I not want to feel your tongue licking the precum from the tip, your lips tight around the root?” As she blushed from her breasts up, he grinned. “Do I want to deny myself the knowledge of how it feels to have your throat rippling around my shaft, hearing the frantic gagging sounds you make, when I come?”
“I… yes?”
“I want all of that, Olivia. Down to the last drop of cum dripping off your chin when I pull out.” Skirting a line in the sand, he waited for her to protest. She’d indicated that ejaculating on her face was definiteno, and he respected that. “However, if I come down your throat tonight, that needy cunt will have to wait for what it craves, and it’s been such a patient little pussy, hasn’t it?”
Olivia nodded as though his voice was hypnotizing her.
“Thought so. Up on the bed, knees wide, hands behind you. Ass in the air.”
She really was superb at following commands. Although she lacked the grace of a more experienced sub, scrambling to her feet and almost planting herself face-first into the carpet, her eagerness to obey was worth so much more than a dash of elegance.
On fresh sheets, she adopted the position he required, displaying herself for his pleasure. And what a pleasure she was, he thought, caressing the upmost curve of her ass. Soft skin, easily marked, quivering beneath his touch. Swollen labia, a beautiful shade of dark pink, glistening with her juices.
His hand ran up her spine in reassurance. “So obedient. Comfortable?”
“Ah… a little weirded out.”
“Why?” Zeke dragged his nails back down her spine, then set his chosen toys on the bed beside her, separating one pair of cuffs.
“I don’t really spend much time naked with my ass in the air,” she replied cautiously. “There are things out in the open that haven’t seen the light of day before.”
His laugh was rich and full. “Livvy, if you had the same view I do, you’d know how much of a goddamn travesty that is.” Careful not to yank her arm, he grasped her wrist and slipped on the first cuff, tightening and checking it. “Although I can’t say I mind keeping this gorgeous pussy all to myself for a while longer.”
Her hips jerked. “A while longer?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Strapping the second cuff into place, Zeke used the short chain to link them together, pinning her hands to the small of her back. Eyeing her for signs of panic, he treated himself, sliding his finger along her slit. “One day, we’ll play downstairs, Livvy. Everyone will watch me take you apart and put you back together again.”
Her laugh was riddled with nerves. “Oh, I thought you meant you wanted to share me…”
“That can be arranged, if it’s somethin’ you want to try.” Masking his groan, he eased his finger deeper. The idea of sharing the delight of her was… distasteful, for his own selfish reasons. Sharing meant letting another man touch what belonged to Zeke, and he was disinclined to consider that unless Olivia stated, loud and clear, that she wanted it.
Silence.
“Olivia?”
“I think that right now, I have more than enough man to keep me busy without adding a second one into the mix, Sir.” Her voice was strangled.
“I like that answer.” Covering her cuffed hands with his free one, he tapped the rough spot on the front wall of her vagina, pleased with the responsive hunch of her hips. “Sir sounds so delightful coming from you.”
A few minutes of controlled fingering brought her right back to the edge, her voice turning hoarse as she begged for release. Leaving her poised precisely where he needed her, he dragged his finger out of snug, wet heat and rimmed the pucker of her anus.
“Zeke? Sir?”
“Finger first,” he told her quietly, “then the plug.”
Grabbing the lube, he flicked the cap open, dribbling silky liquid between her cheeks, rocking his fingertip against the resistant muscle. Sinking into her, just a little at a time, in time to her whimpering moans. When he was in to the first knuckle, a bare inch of penetration, he withdrew and prepped the training plug.