Unable to hold back, I curl one hand around the back of her neck, pushing myself deeper into her mouth as hot jets of semen pulse from deep within me. The power of the release is unexpected, and normally a silent type, I’m surprised to hear the deep groan that rumbles in my chest, and the sound of her name falling from my lips.

Still blindfolded, and bound, Macey sits mute before me. I tug off her blindfold, and work at untying her wrists, checking to be sure they’re no lasting marks on her skin.

“How’d I do?” she asks, a smirk tugging up her well-used mouth.

Glancing at my watch, I’m shocked to see it’s only been six minutes. Six. That can’t be right. I bring the thing to my ear to make sure it’s still ticking. Huh. Son of a bitch.

Knowing she’s fought hard and won back some of the control I took from her, she smiles. I can’t enjoy her victory, though, because I feel conflicted and confused in a way that I haven’t before following a session. Her smiles fall and she glances around the room.

“Where’s Oliver?”

“He left. A while ago actually.”

She grins again. “Because you wanted me all to yourself?”

Yes. “No. Because I didn’t want him to watch you suck my cock.”

“Oh.” That pretty face is twisted in confusion again.

“Bend over. Place your cheek on the bed, and present your ass to me.”

“Because you’re going to spank me?” she asks.

“Six times,” I confirm, trying to find that businesslike persona I generally assume when teaching a new submissive. But Macey is no submissive, and damn if I don’t love her spark.

Macey gets into position, laying down on the bed so that her cheek is resting on the soft duvet, her knees are bent under her, and her ass is displayed beautifully for me.

“You have a beautiful ass,” I murmur, stroking my thumb over the rosy pink opening. I need to fuck this virgin ass. Soon.

“Thank you, sir.”

Dammit. I’m hard again. Even after my intense release, I’m aching and ready for her. I hate that she has such a powerful impact on me.

Macey relaxes, letting me caress the perfectly rounded globes of her ass, and stroke the forbidden place I want to make mine with tender touches meant to ease her into the idea.

She moans, just a tiny sound, in her throat, but it tells me she’s not entirely opposed to this idea.

With one hand still touching her gorgeous ass, my free hand reaches over to grab my short-tailed flogger, but it feels too stiff and unrelenting in my hand. Strange. It’s normally my go-to toy. Opting to use my bare hand instead, I give her a sharp swat against one fleshy ass cheek. Macey inhales sharply. My handprint on her skin turns pink as the blood rushes to the surface, heightening her experience.

Spanking her twice more in quick succession, Macey flinches, and then groans. It’s the small sound I needed to hear to know she’s not completely hating this.

I soothe her tender skin, running my hand lightly over the surface, my cock is eager, and straining for her, and if I don’t finish this soon, I’m going to fuck her right here, and break every rule I have for myself in the process.

Treating her other ass cheek to the same process—I spank her three times in quick succession, and then rise from the bed. The need to get away from here – to distance myself from her flares up inside of me.

“Take as long as you need. There’s a soaking tub in the bathroom if you’re interested.”

I pull on my jeans, and shrug on my T-shirt as I head for the door.

“That’s it?” Macey calls behind me.

A sour pit turns in my stomach as the inner turmoil rages inside me. I turn and see her rise up onto her knees on the bed, staring at me with a crease between her brows, and a tight-lipped frown.

Normally, there would be aftercare—cuddling, discussion over the session, maybe even sex, but that’s not something I can do with her. Intimacy can’t be part of this agreement, and so aftercare isn’t an option.

“Did you expect something different?” I ask, making sure to keep my tone neutral. She can’t know all the ways she affects me.

But fuck, I can read the hurt and confusion written across her features, and it almost guts me. “I thought . . .” Her voice is shaky, and she doesn’t continue.

I nod once, and continue to the door. I’ll gather up my toys and clean up the room later. I just need to get back to my apartment, wash the lavender scent of her off my skin and pour myself a large Scotch. Then maybe, just maybe, I can get my head straight. She came here wanting to fuck a Dom – not to rekindle our young love.

Closing the door behind me, old feelings of loss and fear rise up inside me. I’ve been trying to remain detached, to forget, if only for a brief time the history we share. Well, that was a fucking fail, because as soon as I got Macey inside that private room, all my careful plans fell to shit. Even having Oliver there didn’t help. It didn’t soften the connection I felt with her, didn’t hinder me from feeling that it was just her and I, Dominant and submissive experiencing the most beautiful thing together.

And then she got her mouth on me, and I came faster than a high school band geek. But really, I can’t blame myself. Watching her touch her sweet pussy pushed me over the edge. I never gave her permission to touch herself, but then again, I never expressly forbid it either. And damn if I didn’t love watching it.

I need to get my fucking shit together, or there won’t be a next time.

Chapter Eight

Reece

 

“What’s for dinner, honey?” Hale asks, letting himself into my place.

I’m sitting in my favorite leather armchair in the living room with my feet propped up on the ottoman. Hale said he was stopping by tonight, but I didn’t know he’d expect dinner.

“Scotch and M&Ms. Is that cool?” I say, popping another of the colorful candies into my mouth. I have no idea why I thought it was a good idea to buy so much candy last Halloween. A BDSM club gets very few trick-or-treaters, it turns out.

Hale ignores my sarcasm and walks to my bar to pour himself a drink before sinking onto the couch across from me. Once settled, he cocks an eyebrow at me. “Bad day?”

“Something like that.” Macey moved to her apartment today, and when I offered to help, she said that between her brother and Brielle and Brielle’s friend Kirby, they had it covered.

So I sat here and sulked like an asshole all day. I never expected her to stay, but the way she left—so abruptly, so easily, refusing my offer for help without even a backward glance—something about it set me off. The damn woman is independent to her core, and it drives me crazy. I planned to hit the gym and catch up on some work, but I felt unmotivated to do either.

Glancing down at the candies on the table, Hale frowns at me. “Seriously, dude? This is your dinner?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because we’re not thirteen anymore.” He pauses to pick up a piece of candy from the table, looking at it thoughtfully. “Brielle cooks. She makes sure I eat healthy, well-balanced meals. She makes homemade lasagna and chicken primavera. It’s nice . . . having someone who cares enough to cook for you and make sure you’re fed.”

“Don’t tell me how to live my life.” The prick. I guess he hasn’t kicked it old school and dined on candy and hard liquor in a while. His fucking loss.

“Just trying to look out for you is all.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean back. “You guys get Macey settled in today?”

“Yeah. It’s a nice place she found, in a safe area. I think she’s a little worried about how she’s going to afford it without a job, but I cosigned the lease and told her I’ll help if she needs it.”

I nod. Knowing Macey, she’ll find a way to make it all work, without anyone’s help. It’s just the kind of girl she is. God love her.