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“Dax,” I cry, and I scream and moan, buck and jerk as pleasure rips through me like a tidal wave. It keeps going and going, rolling through my system with the most insane, intense pleasure I’ve ever known.
“Good little sub. You did very well,” Dax croons as he finally pulls out and removes his thumb. His words spread like a warm breeze through me, soothing my strained muscles and settling over my brain as a shield holding out all the belittlement and scorn I’ve ever heard.
Good little sub.They are the only words that exist as I drift into a peaceful, floaty darkness.
16
DAX
I hate keeping my sub in her cell all day long. Submission is a very psychological thing, and staying isolated twenty-two hours a day wears on the mind. So I start bringing her to my office when I’m alone there, doing leather work or working on some new gadget to suit a customer’s special needs.
It also means I don’t have to keep her hands confined in the same position all day, and it’s good training, keeping her in a submissive space and teaching her quiet patience and graciousness.
I let her kneel on a pillow beside my desk, close enough that I can pet her, a chain connecting the collar to the floor keeping her from moving away.
Kneeling comes naturally to her, and she quickly seems to grow comfortable with the position I teach her: straight spine, hands flat on her thighs, and head slightly lowered. The first few times I make her sit like that, she grows restless within half an hour, twitching as she struggles to keep the position. But that’s to be expected. What I don’t expect is how quickly the restlessness fades. Within a few days, she can sit there for an hour without getting overly restless, and within a couple of weeks, I have her sitting at my side for several hours with only a few breaks.
“Such a good girl,” I say, turning to her and stroking her cheek. “Such progress.” I wrap my hand around her chin and bring her attention to me as I lean down and say softly, “You may kiss my boots.”
A furrow between her brows reveals her confusion. My sub has come a long way, but she still has a lot to learn. She has found peace in her submission and learned obedience, but I want to take her deeper—let her find gratitude and devotion as well.
Despite her confusion, she doesn’t protest or ask questions. She obediently leans forward, steadying herself with her palms to the floor as she presses a brief kiss on my right boot.
“Do it again.” I press my hand to her nape, keeping her close to the black leather. “This is a privilege, my sweet sub. No one has been allowed to touch my boots for almost a decade. But you get to do it because your submission is real.”
This time, as she moves to kiss the leather, I can feel her deepening submission, and I inflate the collar the moment her lips connect with my boots. Her sweet moan makes me suppress a groan as my cock strains against my pants. I want to pull her up, shove her over the table, and take her ass. But even though I have her wearing a butt plug at least an hour a day, she’s not quite ready. I’m not risking tearing anything down there when it’s the only hole I can use to give her pleasure.
But she does have one more opening that will grant me pleasure.
I unzip my jeans and let my cock spring free. “Sit up,” I say, enjoying the sight of her widening eyes as her attention catches on my massive length. “Suck it.”
Worry tightens her features as she tentatively wraps her fingers around my shaft and leans forward.
Pressing a finger under her chin, I urge her attention to my face. “You have sucked a cock before, right?”
She gives a careful nod.
“And…” I probe.
She presses her lips together for a moment before saying, “I’m not very good at it.”
“Says who?”
“My boyf—” She shakes her head as she realizes what she’s saying. Whoever her boyfriend was before no longer lays claim to that title. “A guy I was seeing.”
Gripping her jaw, I force her attention to remain on me.“I don’t care what he said. Let me be the judge of your mouth. If I don’t like it, I promise to teach you how to make me like it.”
Relief flushes some of the tension from her features as she nods. My cock grows even harder, seeing how concerned she is with pleasing me.
She’s tentative at first as she takes the tip into her mouth, sucks on it, and takes it a bit deeper a few times. But as I stroke her head and she hears my pleased groans, she grows bolder, moving her tongue across my length, sucking on it, and taking it to the back of her throat.
“That boyfriend of yours is an asshole,” I say as I lean my head back. “You give the best head I’ve had in a long time.” And it’s true. Her technique might not be the best, and she’s a bit awkward at times, but her eagerness to please makes all the difference. I don’t even want to control the blow job like I usually do. So I grab the collar pump in one hand and rest my other on her head as I close my eyes. “Keep going. Just like that.”
She gives the sweetest little yelp that vibrates around my cock as I inflate the collar. The tightening sensation has her growing even more eager, sucking harder even as her mouth becomes deliciously soft. So I press again. And again. Until she’s panting through her nose and opening her mouth around my cock to draw in air. But she never lets the trouble of breathing get in the way of pleasing me. Looking down a few times, I notice how her eyes become glazed and unfocused as she sinks into subspace. Even as her brain turns to mush, she keeps going, focusing on pleasuring me.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth in just a second, and I want you to swallow every last drop. Are we clear?”
“Mm,” she mewls as she nods her head.