lips and tasted the evidence of her arousal. “So damn sweet. A man could live off this.”
She chuckled. “I doubt that.”
“We’ll have to see.” I dipped my head and ran my tongue along her entrance, sucking her clit gently into my mouth. I teased her with soft nibbles and gentle caresses before gradually getting rougher.
Her legs started to tremble. “Need you.”
I rubbed my chin against her. I hadn’t shaved when I took my shower, so I knew the roughness would arouse her more. “You’ve got me, Mrs. West.”
She jerked against me. “Please. Now.”
I circled her clit with my finger. “Come for me and I’ll give you what you want.”
She whined, but I dropped my head and ran my tongue over her swollen flesh. She came with a whimper, panting lightly. I moved up her body, bringing her hands with me and placing them around my neck.
“Now?” she asked.
“Now,” I said. I rolled us to our sides and she hitched a leg over my hips. “Abby,” I sighed, pushing into her.
The position we were in didn’t allow for me to take her deeply, but that was okay. I’d already had her that way earlier. Facing each other the way we were allowed our hands the freedom to touch and roam. As I stroked inside her, my fingers whispered against her skin and traced her curves.
Her palm rested on my upper hip, moving along with my slow, steady thrusts. Every so often, she’d move slightly and her nails would scratch me, driving me to the edge of need. I held back, though, and simply enjoyed being with her, connected in the most intimate way possible.
“I love you,” she whispered, rocking into me.
“Love you so much.”
She lifted her head and our lips met in a sweet kiss that echoed the way our bodies moved. When our climaxes finally came, they were quiet and tender, and the pleasure washed over us as we held on to each other.
We dozed for a while, after, and woke when the sun had set completely. I left the bed just long enough to grab some snacks. When I returned we had a naked picnic of apples, grapes, almonds, bread, and brie. We talked a bit about how we wanted to spend the next few days. Together, we agreed to spend tomorrow at the chalet and perhaps explore the village the day after.
“Or the day after that,” Abby said in between bites of apple.
I raised an eyebrow. “That long?”
“I think maybe I’d like to wear your collar the day after tomorrow.”
“Oh?”
She shrugged. “It’s been a month. And when you threatened to bring out the restraints, I realized how much I missed it. How much I needed it.”
I took a sip of wine, interested in knowing if she remembered what happened next. “You know you called me ‘Sir’ right after that.”
“I did? Really?” Her forehead wrinkled. “I don’t remember that.”
“I wondered.”
She picked up a grape and put it back down on the plate. Her forehead was still wrinkly, like she was thinking about something that troubled her. “I’ve never done that before. Called you ‘Sir’ when I wasn’t wearing your collar.”
“It’s okay. I mean, it’s not like I minded.”
“You don’t think it’s odd, that I’d say something like that, just out of the blue?”
“No, I don’t think it’s odd and it didn’t just come out of the blue. I did threaten to restrain you.”
She didn’t look convinced. Her lips parted, like she was going to say something, but then she stopped and dropped her head.
“Abby, look at me.” I waited until she met my gaze before continuing. “I think it’s perfectly natural for the facets of our lives to spill over onto each other. I’d be surprised if they didn’t start to blend a bit.”
“You don’t think it’s blurring the lines?”
“They’re our lines to blur, right?”
“I suppose,” she said, but her expression told a different story.
“Neither one of us wants an around-the-clock collared relationship. Just because you happen to not call me ‘Nathaniel’ during sex or because I tell you to be still, doesn’t change that.”
She thought about it a bit more. “You’re right, I see that.” A smile broke across her face. “So you didn’t mind, huh? When I called you ‘Sir’?”
I felt my own smile in response to her question. “Didn’t mind at all. Quite the opposite, actually.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You do that.”
She grew thoughtful again. “Wonder why I said ‘Sir’ and not ‘Master’?”
I shrugged. “Maybe you thought you were in the library?”
“Or on the kitchen table.”
“Or maybe it was just a natural reply to what I said. Funny how the body reacts sometimes without us realizing it.”
She eyed my growing erection. “I’ll say.”
I laughed. “Trust me, I completely realized that reaction. It’s my body’s natural response to you, especially when I think about you calling me ‘Sir.’”
She took the plate and wineglass from my hands and placed them on the bedside table. “Let’s see what other replies we can get from your body. Besides, I think I remember you saying it was my turn later.”
“Is it later already?” I asked, growing even harder.
“Mm hm.” She pushed me to my back and pulled my arms over my head. “Keep them here.”
I grew even harder at her words. Though she wasn’t a sexual dominant, every so often she enjoyed having the opportunity to issue a command or two. And I’d admit, I liked seeing her playful side. I decided to play a bit myself.
Letting her keep my hands restrained, I lifted my head and nipped her ear. “Think you can top me, Abby?”
“I think I can, because if you move your hands, I’m going to ignore your dick.” She trailed a hand down my side and lightly brushed my erection. “Though that shouldn’t be a problem. You’ve already come twice. You probably won’t even notice.”
Her hand hovered over me. I felt the heat from her skin, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Hell, yes, I’d notice. “Fine. I won’t move my hands.”
The look she gave me was pure evil. “Good, because I want to see if I can still deep throat you.”
My cock throbbed at her words as I imagined it and my hips lifted involuntarily. To sink into her mouth again. To watch her lips part around me. Fuck.
“No moving,” she warned and moved away.
“Abby,” I said in a gruff voice.
She sat up by my side and drew figure eights on my chest with her finger.
Lower. Move your hand lower.
“Know how you’ll sometimes say you’re doing something for me?” she asked.
Her hand drifted lower and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. “Yes,” I hissed.
“Well, this is all for you. So be still and enjoy.” She shimmied down toward the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes on mine. “I’m used to sucking you off so many times a week, I lose count. Do you know how hard it’s been to go a month without tasting you?”
“Probably about as hard as I am right now.”
“You are looking really hard. Is that painful?”
“I know you can make it better.” And I hoped she’d do it soon. I nearly ached with the need to be inside her in some way.
“Watch,” she said, as if I could do anything else.
Her lips parted slowly, much too slowly for my liking, around the head of my cock. I wanted to thrust into her, force myself all the way in her mouth. Fuck, it’d been so long since her warm heat had engulfed me.
She took more of me inside her mouth, moaning as she did so. I expected her to take all of me, the way she’d said. Instead, she wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and starting bobbing. Teasing.
“Need. More,” I panted.
Clearly, she didn’t care because she continued her bobbing. Every so often she’d pull back completely and lick down my shaft.
“Damn, evil tease,” I said when she sucked me partway inside.
She lifted her head. “Says the man who a little over a month ago made me go all weekend without release.”
The weekend in question had been part of her training. I’d kept her on the edge for two entire days. “I let you come on Sunday, right before I took your collar off. When you came, you screamed so loud, you nearly broke the dishes.”
She didn’t reply to my version of the weekend in question, but sat up and took me in her hand. “You talk about my taste. What about yours? I want you hard and seconds away from coming. That way when I finally have you completely in my mouth, I won’t have long to wait before I taste your pleasure.”
And with that, she released me from her grasp and lowered her mouth onto my cock. I hit the back of her throat, but she relaxed and I sank all the way in. It was too much: the sight of my cock sliding into her mouth, the wet heat I found inside.
“Fucking hell.” I lifted my hips, thrusting deeper, and my release burst from me.
She drank it down almost greedily and when I pulled out, she licked her lips. “I think I lied.”
I felt drained after that last climax and wasn’t sure I could move. I managed to lift an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t just for you.”
Chapter Eight
Abby
As planned, we spent the next morning resting at the chalet. Much of our time was spent on the lower level, enjoying the indoor pool. In the afternoon we put on our ski clothes and went outside for a while.
It came as no surprise to me that Nathaniel was an expert skier. Fortunately, I wasn’t half bad either. For a few hours, we explored the area surrounding the chalet.
“Apollo would love all this snow,” I said as we made our way back inside. Apollo was the Golden Retriever Nathaniel rescued years before we met. He was spending the next few weeks at Jackson and Felicia’s house. Apollo liked Jackson and was friendlier toward Felicia than to most other people.
We took off our wet clothes and warmed up in front of the living room fire. Nathaniel went to check on the steaks he was marinating for dinner and when he came back to the living room, he sat behind me and pulled me to his chest.
I snuggled into his arms with a content sigh. Though the living room was furnished with several plush couches and chairs, I enjoyed sitting on the soft rug in front of the fireplace. Much like the bedroom, the living room had numerous floor-to-ceiling windows. Nathaniel had pulled the curtains before we left, so at the moment, the room felt intimate.
“Have you given any more thought to tomorrow,” he asked. “Should we check out the village or stay here?”
“I still think we should stay here and you should collar me.”
He placed a gentle hand around my neck. “Just for the day?”
“Night, too.”
“Okay, and we’ll decide then what we want to do next?”
“I think that’s a good idea,” I said. “But does that give you enough time to prepare?”
I knew how much thought he put into one of our normal weekends and that was at his house, where everything was familiar. I would think being in a new place, specifically one that didn’t have a playroom, would be more challenging and he’d need longer to prepare.
He laughed softly. “Time to prepare? What do you think I’ve been doing for the past month? All I need is my toy bag and you. Private room preferred, but not necessary.”
“What?” I asked, turning around to see his face.
He was smiling. “Just seeing if you were listening. I don’t plan on playing in public while we’re here.”
“Maybe it’s too bad we’re not staying at a crowded resort,” I said. “Think about all the fun we could have on the ski lift.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“Just as well you’re the one in charge, I’d probably get us arrested.”
“Or killed.”
“Nah,” I said. “I wouldn’t go that far, but incarceration would have been a definite possibility.”
“Somehow, I think I could deal with prison if it was a result of something you’d planned for us.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. After a few minutes of silence, I added, “So tomorrow?”
He kissed the top of my head. “Yes, tomorrow.”
***
After breakfast the next morning, he told me to strip and go wait in the bedroom. Though I’d been expecting to be told to do so, my heart pounded anyway. It’d been a month, my less than rational side thought. What if I forgot everything? What if I messed up? How awful would that be? To mess up on our honeymoon?
I won’t say I was as nervous as I’d been the first time we played; I wasn’t. But there was a certain excitement that set my heart racing and made my nerve endings prickle.
He made me wait for a long time, or at least it seemed like a long time. Especially since by “wait” in the bedroom, he meant “kneel.” While kneeling on the floor, I couldn’t see the clock by the bed, but judging by the number of my breaths, more than ten minutes went by. My knees were out of practice with kneeling and they started to ache almost immediately. I resisted the urge to shift my weight; he could be watching, after all. I forced myself to be still and remain in the proper waiting position.
Then, just when I thought they’d never come, I heard footsteps on the stairway. Within seconds he was before me.
“Look at me, Abigail.”
He spoke in the cool, controlled voice I knew so well, and almost instantly all my nervous excitement was replaced by aroused need. I lifted my head and met his fiery gaze.
My Master.
My playful husband and sensual lover were still there, but at the moment, there was no doubt the man in front of me was my unyielding and demanding Dominant. My knees didn’t matter and the weeks we hadn’t played melted away like they were nothing. And deep inside my soul, something whispered Yes.
“I have something new for you,” he said, holding out a leather collar. “Your regular collar is fine for what we use it for, but this is a special occasion and needs a special collar.”
A new collar? I hadn’t expected that.
“Abigail West,” he said. “If you accept this collar, it will brand you as mine for however long you wear it. Your body will be mine to tease and torment. And since it’s been so long, I feel it only fair to warn you that I’m going to work you over hard. You have your safe words if you need them.”
I was, not for the first time, thinking the month-long abstinence request might not have been the best idea after all.
“Knowing this, do you accept my collar?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
“Thank you, Abigail.”
He buckled the collar around my neck and I swallowed. It felt tighter than my diamond collar.
“Feel okay?” he asked. “Not too tight?”
“No, Master. It’s perfect.” I rose up on my knees, eager for this next part. “May I serve you by sucking your cock?”
He stepped back. “I don’t think so. Not yet.”
It was the first time he’d ever said “no” after he collared me and I was caught off guard. I’d automatically leaned forward to undo his pants and had to catch myself before I moved farther.
He trailed a finger across my cheek. “I’ve missed seeing you like this, Abigail.”