part0061

“You're stalling, Lucky.”

I startled. His tone dripped with authority and my pussy clenched.

“Sorry, Sir. I got lost in my thoughts.” I returned to the bed and held out the blindfold. He had used the time to remove his top but he was still wearing his scrub pants. I wanted to rip them off to reveal the rest of his toned body but I refrained.

“Good choice. Do you know how to tie it?”

“I think so, Sir.” I looped the gorgeous silk fabric around his eyes, securing it behind his ears and knotting it on the side of his head. I tested the knot, and held two fingers up in front of him. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Four?”

“Nope.” I laughed. “Does it feel okay?”

“Yes, it's fine.” Feeling his way up the bed with one hand, he situated himself into a better position and I climbed on top of him. The movement surprised me because I never got on top of anyone. There was something about him which put me at ease around him.

“Do you have any limits I should know about, Sir?”

“That's such a good question, Lucky.” He raised his eyebrows. “I'm actually surprised I don't get this question more often. No marks above my collarbone and none on my hands or arms. If you want to leave a trail of love bites, they’d better be on my torso and hips. Everything else is open to negotiation. Am I clear?”

“Yay.” I loved that idea and the thought yanked a squeal from my lips. “Sir.”

“Just keep it in the back of your head, whatever you do to me, I'll be sure to return the favor.” Master Gabriel reached his hand out and I laced my fingers in his.

Holy bite marks. Heat pulsed over my body in waves. I kissed the tips of his fingers, moved all the way up his arm and paused. He tasted yummy, yummier than I imagined he would taste when I was in the medical room. I trailed a line of kisses down his neck, over his collarbone, resisting the urge to suck, and landed at his chest. I sucked on each of his nipples, dragging my teeth along them, harder than I normally would.

“Easy, Lucky.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I traced the path with my fingers and went further down the line of his body, over his hips, across the expanse of his torso until I reached his scrub pants. I stared at the waistband of the boxer briefs peeking out but tugged just the pants down and off. His full erection strained against the confines of the navy briefs.

All my licking had made him rock hard. Naughty thoughts flitted through my head and a mischievous laugh bubbled out of me.

“May I suck you off, Sir?” I rubbed his cock through the fabric until he moaned.

“Yes, but don't tease me. You won't like how I respond.”

Goosebumps prickled along my entire body with the possibilities of just how he would reply. “I might.”

“The ball is in your court, sweetheart. Tread carefully.”

“I think you meant balls.” I cupped his boys in my free hand and lightly caressed each one. “And they are most definitely in my court.”

What the hell was I doing, teasing Doc? Hadn't he proven to keep his word every time I pushed just a little bit harder than normal?

“If you want me to change our positions, I'll happily do so, but you stated you wanted to quote, do all the things to me, unquote. Have you changed your mind, Lucky?”

“I'm nervous about going down on you,” I finally admitted. “It sounded fun in theory but now I can't concentrate.” I moved my hands back up to his chest.

Master Gabriel loosened the silk tie and unwound it from his eyes. “You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You can always use your safeword.” He winked. “Even if you’re the one doing the actions.”

“It feels like you're too good to be true. You say all the right things,” I marveled. “And you are into all the things I'm into, and you're the most handsome man I've ever met. Are you sure you're not a robot?”

“I'm not a robot, Lucky. Just a man.” He tangled his hand in my hair, pulled me closer and kissed me. His muscles rippled as he moved on top of me again. Biting. Kissing. Sucking. For the love of all things holy. I moaned into his mouth.

“Can we have sex, Sir?”

I immediately regretted the question and grabbed a pillow, throwing it across my heated cheeks which were probably blushing. Doc had little choice but to release his hold on my hair. He removed the soft cushion and clucked his tongue.

“Don't hide from me, little girl. You're asking for grown-up things, which is fine, but then you're shying away because you don't want to hear my answer,” he growled against my ear. “I'm not going to judge you, Lucky, and I'm not going to deny you anything unless it's outside of what we'll both enjoy. Is there a position you've wanted to try but haven't had a partner for, or are you asking for more orgasms?”

“I’ve always wanted to experience rougher sex but I was always afraid to say something.”

“What do you mean by rough? I’d rather you over-communicate with me than trust my telepathic skills.” He took my chin in his hand. “I have a feeling you don’t ask for much in the bedroom, but we're going to change that right now.”

“I’ve been with self-proclaimed Doms before who all but refused to take my wants or needs in the bedroom with any serious consideration.”

“I'd really like to line up those boys and give them a stern talking to.” He scoffed. “Being a Dom means taking lots of different things into consideration. If you’re calling yourself Daddy, there are even more things. Why are you bringing all this up now?”

“I don’t know. Daddy Drake helped me realize that some of the people in my life were not actually interested in the dynamic I’ve been seeking. I didn't mean to get into this, but it's been bothering me.”

“I can’t speak for what others in your past did or didn’t do, but sex with me is more than just smacking your ass and pulling your hair.”

“I like those things, but I've been missing something.” I bit down on my lip. “I've wanted more,” I whispered.

“Have you ever had sex with a sadist?”

Oh, what an interesting question. Did the men in my past who’d spanked me count as sadists? Possibly. What about that one who liked to suspend me upside down and keep me that way? Likely.

What about my last serious boyfriend, who’d enjoyed braiding my hair into the top of an anal hook and sending me to do chores? Surely, he was a sadist. Ironing work shirts at midnight with an anal hook tied into your hair so you could only move so far was torturous. On the flip side, the sex with ex-boyfriend had been off the charts. We had done things I'd never even thought of before, but had he been a sadist? It just meant turning immense pain into immense pleasure, or so I thought.

“Um. What exactly do you mean?”

“I’ll cuddle you, hug and kiss you but during a sex scene, there’s nothing soft and fluffy about my handling of your body. I’ll make your body sing with every stroke of my hand, but you’ll feel my touch for hours afterward. Sometimes I leave marks, but I’d never do anything to cause actual harm. If that scares you, then we don’t need to scene right now. We can play in other ways.”

“I-I’m fucking soaked.”

“I had a feeling you were going to say that.” Master Gabriel parted my legs and pushed two fingers inside my pussy, moving them in and out of me faster and faster. “Oh. You are dripping. Do you want me to keep going?”

“Have you ever made anyone call their safeword during sex?”

“What matters right now is if I make you call your safeword.” He stopped pumping his fingers and withdrew them. “Nothing else is important. Don't dodge my questions.”

“Do you routinely have sex at the Castle?”

“If you want to question my sex life or lack thereof, then we can go and sit at the table downstairs and drink tea.” He shifted slightly so I was forced to have my eyes on his. “Is that what you'd rather be doing?”

“No, Sir.” I glanced down the line of my body, looking at his gorgeous form. “No, I don't want to be anywhere rather than here.”

“Good. No more questions unless the question you are asking me is what position I want you in. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Doc captured my mouth in his, claiming me with his tongue. His free hand tangled into my still damp hair again, and he kept my head still. I was breathless from the intensity of his kisses. His free hand moved so that he could slip his fingers inside me again, and he located my G-spot easily, like he had a guided navigation system on the tips of his digits. Holy climax. I was going to come already.

“I can't breathe!”

“You’re breathing just fine.” He removed his fingers from my pussy and I let out a shuddering breath. I could breathe after all. “Get on all fours and turn around.”

Master Gabriel landed several hard slaps to the fullest part of my ass and I hurried to get into the position he requested. I heard him shuffling around in the drawers and the crinkling of a condom packet sounded over my shoulder.

I had filled out all the required items in my questionnaire, including information on any allergies and sexually transmitted diseases, as well as my required paperwork and whatnot, but I hadn't actually thought about having sex on the first night. Why had I been so eager to engage in actual sex with Doc? Had I been secretly longing for something else? What did I want instead of sex that I thought I could only achieve with sex?

“Where’s your head at, Lucky?” My hair was tugged sharply, pulling my neck up at an unnatural angle.

“My head is right here, Sir.”

“I told you to move closer to me and you didn’t respond, which means you’ve disappeared into your thoughts.”

“I've never asked anybody to have sex before so I'm wondering why I asked you.”

His hand moved from my hair to my throat and he squeezed. “Does figuring out why you’re asking for things sound like fun right now?”

“No, Sir.” I swallowed hard, loving the way his fingers wrapped around my neck. “It doesn’t sound like something I should ever be thinking about.”

“I didn’t think so. Move back a little so we’re both in a good position.”

I obeyed, and was rewarded with his thick, erect cock in my pussy. It somehow felt like it was made just for me, and I clenched around him. How could sex feel this good?

Doc pumped in and out of me while keeping his hand locked just under my chin. A little more pressure and I would have actual trouble breathing. This is so freaking hot. If he did make me pass out, he could then save my life. What a weird thought.

Was I getting overwhelmed again? Did he have normal sex when he was in a relationship with someone? When was the last time I’d even had sex?

“You've disappeared again, Lucky. Do I need to fuck you here—” His thumb pressed against the tightest ring of my body, “—in order to keep your attention?”

A bunch of sassy replies flitted through my head but none of them were useful. Instead, I shrugged. It didn't help my situation, and it certainly wasn't the answer Master Gabriel was looking for. Two stinging slaps bit the top of my thighs and I hissed.

“Verbal answer. Now.”

“I've never had anal sex. I don't want my backdoor explored roughly the first time, though the thought of having you there at some point turns me on. It's a soft limit, Sir.”

“I'm aware.”

Tears prickled behind my eyes and slipped down my cheeks. For crying out loud. Why can't I enjoy this?

Master Gabriel commanded my body in ways I couldn't even describe to another person if I tried, and yet I felt unfulfilled and upset. The tears fell harder and my shoulders sagged. What a terrible disappointment. I had my safeword. I had my colors. Why was it so hard for me to actually use those tools to tell Doc what was going through my stupid head?

“You've stopped answering again, Lucky. Where's your head at?”

I’d completely missed his question or command. I couldn't even focus for a few minutes.

“Uh, well, nowhere good, Sir.”

His thumb pressed against my back hole again. “Elaborate.”

“Mascarpone.” It felt like I had shouted, but the stark reality was I had whispered my safeword and mumbled it at the same time. I'd never spoken it out loud other than to practice it.

Master Gabriel pulled himself out of my heat and the action nearly made me come despite the circumstances. “I heard you.”

“No, wait.” Back-pedaling, I turned around to face him. “Just ignore what I said.”

“No, Lucky. I don't work like that.”

“I'll listen!”

“It's not about you listening to me. No, this time it's about me navigating around your needs and paying attention to you.”

“I'll be good!” My voice reached a pitch I'd never heard before, and I sobbed.

“You're already being very, very good, Lucky.” Doc gathered me in his arms while I was naked and wailing out apologies.

“I'm so sorry.”

“You haven't done anything wrong. I'm not upset with you.”

“I should have never come to the Castle!”

“Do you really believe that statement?” He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair.

“Nah—no.” I gulped and wiped my eyes. “I'm really overwhelmed.”

“Let's get you ready for bed.” Master Gabriel cupped my cheek. “I'm proud of you for asking for what you wanted, and I'm proud of you for knowing when you hit your limit.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stared up into his gorgeous green eyes, my heart elated from his praise. He was proud of me! Somehow, what I had believed to be a setback in our time together, he saw as a step forward.

I wasn't sure how to explain it, but it actually made me look forward to tomorrow. I was opening up doors I'd never opened before, and asking for things that I wanted to explore. Whatever happened would be on my terms, and I would bring that confidence back home with me. This was shaping up to be a really great weekend after all.

I glanced down at her sleeping form, tucked under my arm with one of her legs in between mine. She looked so peaceful and content that I sighed. What had transpired between Lucky and me tonight had been deeper than any scene I'd previously engaged in.

Something had shifted between the two of us, and though it was forbidden for us to exchange contact information, perhaps I could get her to come back for the holidays.

I rubbed a hand across my face at the thought.

I shouldn't get attached to her, and yet all I wanted was to be her Daddy on a long-term basis. If I had been able to get her to break out of her shell just a tiny bit over the past few hours, I was sure I could get her to really bloom with a more intense relationship. She pressed closer to me, and I sighed again. It was going to be so hard to tell her goodbye after our weekend was over.