Chapter Four
Brute stared, trying not to blink, fearing all the creamy naked skin would be once again covered. He’d had countless dreams over the years of Lizzie naked, but not once had his imagination ever come close to reality. Though not tall, she was lean, with generous womanly curves. The temptation to put his hands on her was strong, but her scowl stopped him cold. “What?”
She set her hands on her hips and tapped the toe of her shoe. “Is that what I asked you to do?” If she had been wearing anything but his coat and her boots, her stance would have been imposing. Instead, the combination of angry and naked just added to her sexiness.
“It was my interpretation of what you asked.” He guessed his expedience was not appreciated.
If looks could kill, he’d be dead where he stood. “It seems Ernest, you need a lesson in anticipation. See those restraints over there.”
He looked over his shoulder to where she was pointing to see heavy duty chains hanging from the ceiling.
“I want you to go over there and stand under those hands in the air, feet a comfortable width apart, and don’t move a muscle.”
Not wanting to incur any further wrath from his sexy-as-sin Domme, he did as she asked with all due expedience. The spot gave him a great view of the entire room, and he watched her move around. First, she went to a bag on the sideboard and rummaged around, pulling out two items—though he couldn’t see what they were. Then, she walked to the other side of the room, dropped the items on the bed, and removed the coat.
It took considerable willpower not to go to her. The view of her from the back was equally as amazing as the front. Her round, pert ass looked good enough to eat. What he wouldn’t do to get his hands on her. He’d force her to bend over and plow her from behind. The thought had barely formed when Lizzie did what he’d imagined, bending at the waist and giving him the perfect view of her snatch.
Jesus fucking Christ, she’s going to kill me.
She undid the zippers on her boots and removed each one with the speed of a snail. He closed his eyes, scared if he watched too much longer, he’d come, and things would be over before they even got started.
When he got the courage to open them again, she was eye to eye, only inches away. He glanced down and saw she was standing on some sort of footstool.
“Look at me,” she demanded her voice commanding yet smooth as silk at the same time.
He took his time observing all her naked glory before meeting her gaze as she’d ordered.
“This is how things are going to go. I am going to show you how I like my foreplay. If you’re a good pup and don’t come before I’m done, then I will let you give me an orgasm. But if you blow your load before I’m finished, you will stay chained up while you watch me get myself off. Do you understand?”
Brute nodded so vigorously he imagined he looked like some demented bobblehead doll.
“Ernest, there are a couple of things you need to learn about me. One, I need to hear words. Actions aren’t always enough. And, two, you behave, you get rewards. You mess up, you get punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Brute wasn’t an idiot. Rewards sounded heaps better than punishment.
“Oh, and one more thing.” Lizzie had an evil glint in her eye, but it promised a world of pleasure. “I am showing you foreplay, which means you are going to stand there and not move a muscle. You will not touch me, lick me, lean against me, or make any kind of contact with me I don’t initiate. Is that clear?”
“Crystal.” Brute was in for a world of pain, but he could handle it. He’d been waiting for years for a chance to be with her, and he wasn’t going to let his libido blow it for him now.
Lizzie grabbed the chains hanging from the ceiling above him and gave them a tug. “I want you to cross your wrists. I am going to wrap these around them. This will help you stay upright when all of your blood heads down to your beautiful cock. It will also help you keep your hands to yourself. I know you are a novice at this. Maybe one day you will be so well trained, I won’t need to chain you to make sure you do as I ask.”
He crossed his wrists as she’d asked. She went up on tiptoe and leaned forward slightly, her breasts rubbing against his chest. They felt so soft. She threaded the chain over, under, around, and through, finishing with a lock that would stop things from coming undone. He gave the chains a quick tug and realized they were shifter grade, which meant he really was restrained. As she moved away, she dragged her nipples across his chest.
The moan was out of his lips before he could stop it. “Sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“I didn’t mean to make noise.”
“Ernest, I didn’t ask you to be quiet. In fact, I said I need to hear your words. So please, moan, scream, growl, and cry…whatever you want. I love it when my pups let me know verbally how much they are enjoying what I’m doing.”
He wanted to growl at the idea, the reminder that Lizzie had been with other men, but he had to keep his head in the game. To prove her point, she wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it a firm tug as she sucked on his left nipple.
“Holy fuck!” The combination of sensations sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
Lizzie grinned at him, and he knew right then she was going to use every trick in her arsenal to try and make him come.
She stepped down and moved back over to the bed where she’d left the few things she’d gathered earlier. She picked up one item and held it out for him to see. “Do you know what this is?”
