Chapter 17

 

“Mae?”

I looked up from my cell phone to see Liam standing in the doorway of my office.

“Am I paying you to text now?” He raised his eyebrow at me and I flushed and tucked my phone into the drawer of my desk. Neil had texted me a record seven times in the last two days, asking me to meet him for coffee. I had so far resisted from responding but I was remarkably close to sending him a very short text that consisted of two words – ‘fuck’ and ‘off’.

“No, I’m sorry. What do you need?”

“I can’t find the Word document for the Richardson file. Did you put it somewhere else on the system?”

I shook my head as he stood next to me. With a few clicks of the mouse, I located the file and opened it on my laptop. “Here it is.”

He didn’t reply and I glanced up at him. He was staring down my shirt and I nudged his leg with my foot.

“Stop staring at my tits, Liam.” I murmured.

“Stop wearing such low-cut blouses then.” He replied quietly.

I snorted and started to push my chair back. He glanced at the open door of my office and then put his hand on my wrist, holding me in my spot.

“I have to work late tonight.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. It can’t be avoided.”

“It’s fine.” I swallowed my disappointment.

“Will you still go to my house after work?” He asked.

I hesitated. It was the following Friday and I had spent the entire week thinking about nothing but being back in Liam’s bed. “Do you want me to?”

He nodded immediately. “Yes. I shouldn’t be any later than nine.”

“Alright.”

“There’s an extra key in a key box under the patio table. Okay?” His thumb was stroking my wrist, rubbing my rapidly-beating pulse, and I licked my lips and pulled my hand free just as Kevin wandered into my office.

“Hello, Mae.” He said cheerfully.

“Hi, Kevin. How are you?”

“Good. Liam, can I borrow Mae for a couple of hours this afternoon?”

“For what?” Liam asked tightly.

“I need her to show Roxie how to manage my calendar. She still hasn’t figured it out.”

Liam nodded. “That’s fine. I’m meeting with Doreen to go over the Richardson file this afternoon anyway.”

He glanced at me. “Do you have time to help Roxie?”

I nodded as the soft chime of my cell phone indicated yet another text message from Neil.

* * *

 

I sat on Liam’s bed and stared idly around the bedroom. It was close to nine and I hoped Liam would be home soon. After work, I had stopped at the same lingerie store where I had picked out the red corset. I had browsed through the selection, finally settling on a sheer pink baby doll nightie with matching panties. On the Monday after my first weekend with Liam, I had found an envelope in the top drawer of my office desk. There had been close to three grand in cash in the envelope and a short note that simply said, “For incidentals.”

I slid off the bed and studied myself in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. I smoothed my hand over the soft material of the lingerie before straightening my back and sucking in my belly. I hoped that Liam liked what I had picked out. I had considered stopping at one of the sex shops on the east side but in the end had chickened out. We hadn’t really discussed what kind of props Liam wanted, and I was nervous about picking out something he might consider too kinky.

My eyes fell on my suitcase, standing neatly next to the dresser. After hemming and hawing last night, I had tucked my vibrator into the suitcase. I knew that at some point this weekend, I would take it out and ask Liam to use it on me. Despite the multiple times Liam had made me come with his fingers and tongue last weekend, I was craving his cock. At one point I had been close to screaming at him to just fuck me, and I wasn’t sure I could go another weekend of not having actual sex with him. I wanted Liam’s cock, wanted it desperately in fact, and even the thought that having sex with him would make me a prostitute was starting to lose some of its power.

I sighed heavily. I had thought I would spend the week feeling ashamed of what I had done with Liam. Instead, I had spent every waking moment reliving the weekend and, if I was being truthful, coming up with new ideas of all the ways I could make Liam submit to me. I snorted and turned back to the bed. It had taken only one weekend of Liam calling me mistress to turn me into a goddamn wannabe Dominatrix. It was ridiculous how much I –

A small wooden trunk tucked next to the nightstand caught my attention. I knelt in front of it and traced the top of it before glancing around the room nervously. After a moment, I shrugged and flipped the lid up. I stared at the contents, my eyes widening in surprise and, I’ll admit, lust. There were several collars as well as leather cuffs. A few heavy chains were coiled in the very bottom and I pulled them out, touching the cold steel with the tip of my finger. I pulled out a collar, my pussy throbbing as I remembered the way Liam had looked on his knees on the patio, this very collar buckled around his neck.

Quickly, before I could change my mind, I pulled the collar and cuffs out of the trunk, as well as one of the chains. I set them on the bed and waited patiently for Liam to come home.

* * *

 

I was standing in the corner of the bedroom when Liam hurried into the room. It was closer to ten than nine, and he was yanking his tie off and dropping his suit jacket to the floor as he entered the bedroom.

“Mae? I’m sorry I - “

He stopped and stared at the collar and cuffs lying on the bed.

“Hello, Liam.”

He turned, his eyes darkening when he saw my outfit. “Hello, mistress.”

“You’re late.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Our agreement was Friday after work until Sunday evening, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” He nodded, his eyes following the gentle sway of my breasts as I walked towards him.

“You’ve broken our agreement. Do you believe you should be punished?”

He stared thoughtfully at me. “I did tell you I was going to be late, mistress.”

“Yes, I suppose you did. However, you said it would be nine and it’s closer to ten.”

He didn’t reply and I smiled at him. “Take off your clothes, Liam.”

He stripped quickly and I admired the way his cock stood out proudly from his body before I picked up the collar from the bed. “Kneel down please.”

He knelt beside the bed and I buckled the heavy collar around his neck. My breathing was rapid, and just looking at him wearing the collar had made me wet.

“Give me your hands.” I said hoarsely.

He held them out obediently and I buckled the leather cuffs around them. My hands were trembling noticeably and when I was finished buckling the cuffs, he took my hands and placed a gentle kiss on each palm.

“Okay?”

I nodded. “Yes. Get on the bed.”

He lay down on the bed and I straddled him, rubbing my panty-covered crotch against his erection. He cupped my breasts, his fingers stroking my nipples through the soft material of the lingerie and I smiled down at him before tugging his hands above his head.

I leaned over him, my breasts directly in front of his face and he sucked on my nipple through the lingerie, as I slid my left hand under the pillow. I made a soft noise of pleasure and used my right hand to tug the neckline of my outfit downwards. My breasts popped out and Liam stared at them hungrily before latching on to one stiff nipple. His tongue grazed it lightly and I arched my back, my hands tightening in the bed sheets as he sucked firmly then gently.

I sat up with a low groan, pulling the chain out from under the pillow. Liam stared at it for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips, and I felt an answering smile on my own mouth.

His arms were still above his head and I latched one end of the chain to the metal loop on the leather cuff around his left hand. I slid the chain around the metal headboard and clipped the other end of the chain to the cuff on his right wrist.

I sat back and admired my handiwork for a moment. He tugged lightly, the chain clinking against the metal, and I grinned at him.

“Did you buy this headboard specifically so you could be chained to it?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“No. My interior designer picked it out.”

I gave him a dry look and he laughed. “I swear, Mae. I’ve never brought a woman to my bedroom before you.”

“What? Are you kidding me?”

He shook his head. “No. I told you – I value my privacy.”

Unexpected warmth flowed through me at the thought that I was the first woman to be in his bedroom. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Why did you bring me here then?”

He hesitated and my stomach fluttered nervously. “I – you live in a bad neighbourhood, remember?” He said finally.

Disappointment bit at my stomach but I gave him a weak smile. “Right. I really should teach you how to use mace.”

He stared up at me. “Are you okay?”

I shook off my sudden melancholy. What was I expecting him to say? He brought me to his bedroom because he loved me? I needed to get my head out of the clouds and remember that the man was paying me to chain him to his headboard. I gave him a more natural smile. “I’m fine.”

I traced the collar around his neck before tugging on the thick metal loop at the front of it. “I want you to wear this all weekend. You’re not allowed to take it off without my permission. Do you understand?”

He hesitated and I frowned at him. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, mistress.”

“Good.” I glanced at the leather cuffs around his wrists. “You’re to keep those on as well.”

He nodded and I smiled my approval before sliding my fingers over his bare chest. “No shirt, either.”

He rolled his eyes and I raised my eyebrows at him. “Keep that up and you’ll find yourself without pants as well.”

He grinned and I leaned down and rubbed my breasts against his chest before kissing him firmly on the mouth. I traced his lips with my tongue, urging him to open them, and he made a soft sigh of need before opening his mouth.

I kissed him lightly, pushing my tongue delicately in and out of his mouth until his hips were arching against me. I sat up and slowly pulled off the top of the babydoll nightgown. I dropped it to the bed and cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples with my thumbs.

He groaned and pulled lightly at the cuffs. “Please, mistress. Uncuff me.”

I laughed softly. “Begging already, Liam? I’ve only just started.”

“I’ve spent all week dreaming about touching you, about making you come.” He rasped out. “Let me make you come and then you can cuff me again.”

I shook my head and pinched my nipples lightly. “Were you a good boy this week, Liam? Did you do what I told you to?”

He nodded. “Yes, mistress.”

I studied him carefully. “You didn’t masturbate?”

“No.”

“Good. That makes me very happy.” I smiled and leaned down to kiss his chest. “I’ll admit I’m torn about what to do.”

“What do you mean?” He gasped when I sucked lightly on his flat nipple.

“Well, should I punish you for keeping me waiting or reward you for not masturbating?”

“Reward?” He said hopefully.

I laughed and bit his nipple. “I’ll think about it a little longer.”

I scooted down until I was straddling his thighs and began to trail soft kisses across his chest. I took my time tasting and licking every part of his warm skin until he was moaning and arching his back. The chain clinked loudly against the headboard as he pulled uselessly at the heavy chain.

I dipped my tongue into his navel and he jerked wildly, nearly bucking me off his legs. I pressed my hands against his heavily-muscled abdomen. “Hold still, please.”

My breasts were rubbing against his cock and I looked down to see moisture spread across them. I cupped my breasts and trapped his cock between them, rubbing up and down as he stared down at me with lust burning in his eyes.

“Oh my God.” He moaned. His hips thrust upwards and I sat up straight, frowning down at him.

“Please, mistress.” He begged again and I bent down until my mouth was hovering over his cock. I hadn’t taken him in my mouth yet. I had spent last weekend telling him repeatedly I would and then denying him.

Now, as I licked my lips and stared up at him, he yanked viciously at the chain holding him captive.

“Do you want me to suck your cock, Liam?” I asked.

“Yes! Please, mistress. Suck my cock.” He pleaded.

I smiled at the desperation in his voice. “I’ll suck your cock as a reward for your good behaviour this week. But if you move, if your hips rise up even a little off the bed, I’ll stop. Do you think you can keep yourself from moving?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded frantically and I licked my lips again. “One more thing, Liam. You’re not to come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” He ground out.

“Good.”

I ran my tongue over the head of his cock. His breath escaped in a long drawn-out hiss, and I heard him moan as I slid his cock into my mouth. I sucked lightly on the head, running my tongue over it as I placed my hands on his hips. I pressed firmly, helping him to keep still, as I sucked hard on just the head.

After a few moments I released him and smiled up at him. “You’re doing so well, Liam.”

“Thank you, mistress.” He panted. He was staring at my hair. I had piled it on the top of my head and I raised my eyebrows at him.

“What?”

“Will you take your hair down? Please?” He asked.

I quickly pulled out the pins that held it up. I dropped them over the side of the bed and ran my fingers through my hair before leaning over him again. My hair tickled his thighs and he groaned and jerked upwards, his cock nearly brushing my mouth.

“Liam.” I warned softly.

“I’m sorry, mistress.” He groaned.

I ran my fingers over his thighs, feeling the muscles bunching and twitching under my hands, and I squeezed his thighs lightly before moving my hands back to his hips. I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth again. This time I slid as much of his thick shaft into my mouth as I could. It brushed the back of my throat, and he moaned loudly when I took the base in my hand and squeezed it lightly. I bobbed my head up and down his cock, my hair sweeping across his hips and thighs as my tongue stroked and licked his throbbing skin.

“Oh God!” He cried out and I looked up as he yanked again at the chain around his wrists. “Please!”

“Please what?” I smiled as my fingers traced lazy circles over the head of his cock.

“I need to come, please.” He moaned.

“I know you do.” I said soothingly. “Not much longer now, I promise.”

I bent my mouth to his cock. “You have my permission to move.”

I took him into my mouth and he groaned and arched his pelvis upwards. My cheeks bulged as I took more of his cock deep into my mouth and sucked hard. He was panting harshly, his hips thrusting rapidly up and down as I licked and sucked with wild abandonment. I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth and I released it with a soft pop, ignoring his cry of disappointment.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?” I asked.

“Yes.” He moaned.

I smiled at him. “Alright. You’re allowed to come, Liam.”

He cried out, his body twitching and shaking as I took him into my mouth a final time. I sucked back and forth and he arched his entire body upwards, carrying me with him, as he came hard in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed eagerly until he fell back against the bed, then released him and lay down beside him.

His chest was rising and falling rapidly and his eyes were closed. I reached up and unclipped the chain from each of his cuffs, pulling his arms down and rubbing them gently. He didn’t move and I squeezed his arm lightly.

“Liam? Are you okay?”

“I am fucking fantastic, Mae.” He muttered.

I grinned and then twitched in surprise when he suddenly turned to face me. He kissed me hard on the mouth and slid his hand into my panties. He rubbed my clit with his rough fingers as he dipped his head and sucked on my nipple.

I cried out and came almost immediately, my hands clamping down on his arms as my orgasm tore through me. I shuddered and shook before collapsing against him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me softly on the mouth before taking my thigh and hooking it around his hips. Feeling warm and relaxed in his embrace, I drifted off to sleep.