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The words that finally come out of his mouth have my knees buckling.
“I’m not perfect, by any means. But I want to be…for you. I’ve never been in love before,” he says, and my breath hitches. “I thought I was. But it never felt like this. I never wanted to be better for anyone. Maggie…my heart is yours. Do whatever you want with it.”
He leaves those words hanging between us, and I swear my heart has not beat for a full minute. Reaching down, I wrap my hands around the back of his head, curling myself around him as he clings to my legs.
Gently into our embrace, I whisper, “To me, you are perfect. You have my heart, too.” His hands around my legs squeeze a little tighter. We are so melted into one, I almost don’t want to part.
But I’m too excited for what comes next. Before I come all the way down from this high, I pull his mouth away with a tight grip of his hair. He winces as I mutter, “Now get on the bed.”
He swallows nervously before I release him and watch him crawl onto the mattress. He sits in the middle, as if he’s waiting for me to bind him to the bedposts. He knows that’s not what’s about to happen, but old habits die hard, I guess.
Before I join him, I grab the bag I left on the chair. Bringing it over to the bed, I set it down and stare at him gently. “We’re going to usemercyagain, okay? But I’m serious, Beau. I need to trust that you’ll use it if you need it.”
“I will,” he replies.
After a deep breath, I put myself in the right mindset. I’m his Domme, and his body ismine. To possess. To command.
First, I pull out the black blindfold and let it hang from my index finger. “On all fours,” I command, and instinctively, he falls in line, turning until he’s perched on his hands and knees. Coming up behind him, I place the blindfold across his eyes and tie it around the back. Then, I pull him upright and kiss his mouth, taking the lead on the kiss by pressing my tongue into his mouth until I feel him surrender control to me.
Breaking the kiss, I run my hand along his spine, pressing him back down to all fours. Once there, I shove a little harder between his shoulder blades until he’s down on his elbows, leaving his ass in the air for me.
“Lower,” I say, forcing him even farther into the mattress. “Show me how much you want this,” I tease him.
Leaning back, I lick my lips as I appreciate how amazingly hot his body is in this bent position. The delicious curve of his ass and the way this position exposes each delicious muscle in his back, elongated across the bed, is so good I wish I could stare at him like this forever. He is totally at my will, and it’s actually really beautiful. His body is large and strong and could easily overpower me, but he’s not. He’s submitting, willfully.
“Say it, Beau. Tell me how bad you want this.” I rub my hips across his backside, teasing him as I feel his hips shift toward me.
“I want this, ma’am. I want it so bad.”
Heat tingles its way down to my core at his dirty pleas.
Next, I take out the belt I bought here at the club and the small black attachment that I dida lotof research on to be sure it was the right size to start with for a beginner. I let him hear me putting it on, belting it around my waist and thighs until it’s tight. I notice the way he quivers with every sound.
I realize, in this moment, this isn’t just about Beau submitting or doing something that othermencould judge him for, but it’s also about him experiencing something new and scary. Which is something I can definitely relate to. So as much as I want to be his Domme in this moment, I also want to treat him the way I wish I was treated in my most vulnerable moments.
Before attaching the black silicone to the strap, I lean over him and glide my hand down his abs. “Are you hard for me?” I whisper. When my hand meets the steel length hanging between his legs, I get my answer. He lets out a groan as I stroke him.
“Oh…yes, you are. Don’t worry…I’m wet too.” At that, he moans into the bed linens.
“The good news is that I’m going to let you come, and I want you to do it while I fuck you. So when I say so, I want you to stroke yourself.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grunts with his face buried.
Finally, I let go of his cock and rise from the bed. The lube is in a bottle on the shelves next to the bed. Standing with the strap-on wrapped around my hips, I catch a glimpse of my reflection. Like that first time I took control, I wear this power like a second skin. It doesn’t feel foreign anymore—it feels like the real me.
After choosing one of the lubes off the shelf, I bring it over and uncap the lid, so he can hear what I’m doing. Then I drizzle a little right over the tight round muscle of his backside. When I run my thumb over the hole, he clenches. But I keep up the gentle massaging, waiting for him to relax. I’m in no rush. We have all the time in the world tonight.
My other hand softly runs along his lower back, and I watch as his shoulders start to ease further into the bed. His face is still buried between his forearms, but he’s looking more and more at peace, even as I’m slowly breaching his tight hole.
When he does finally relax, letting me prep him properly with a second finger, I notice subtle moans emitting from his chest. His body begins to open up for me and it’s something that both chokes me up and turns me on. Of all the things I want to do to him, this moment has to be the biggest. All of the desire and need I’ve felt for three months has led to this. I’ve already punished him, humiliated him, tortured him, controlled him, but now, this is the big one. Now I get to own him.
My body is on fire with anticipation, my legs clenching together, delicately rubbing as I get warmer and warmer with arousal. My breathing is becoming labored as I work him more and more, his sounds provoking my own.
When he’s finally ready, I drizzle more lube onto the dildo, after securing it in place. Then, I appreciate him again. How erotic and amazing he looks in his position. Open and ready. Vulnerable andmine. He wouldn’t do this for anyone else. No one on earth could have gotten Beau Grant to this point, but I did.
A sense of pride washes over me.
“Remind me…who do you belong to?” I ask.
