Page 17 of For the Sub

After removing his slacks and form-fitting boxers, he draped those over a counter.

Finally, he turned to face her, his magnificent cock jutting toward her.

He was enormous, much bigger than average, and his legs were as powerful as his upper body.

Everything about him was deliciously sexy.

“Like what you see?” he asked, another smile gently curving his lips.

“Uhm…you’re magnificent, Sir.”

“Fuck.” He returned to her to cradle her face and kiss her again. “Brandy. What the hell am I going to do with you?”

In this moment, she hoped the answer was take me.

He left her long enough to roll a condom down his dick and to drag a chair over.

“I’m leaving your spreader bar in place.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Once he lowered the hook, she anticipated that he would release her right away. Instead, he massaged her arms and shoulders, taking his time as he brought back her circulation.

“Thank you, Master Niles,” she said, hoping her words would reassure him that she was okay and ready to get on with it.

“You’re welcome.” Rather than stopping, he continued the long, sweeping motions she might enjoy at any other time.

The man moved at his own pace, no matter how much that might frustrate her.

Finally satisfied, he released her cuffs and soothed her wrists by making tiny circles on her skin with his thumbs.

“How’s that?”

“You can come to my house and give me a massage any night after work,” she teased. Then softly, maybe more seriously than she realized, she added, “Of course, I’d reciprocate.”

“Spoken like a sub who suddenly realized what she said and is now hoping she doesn’t get a spanking for being impertinent.”

“Uhm, yes. There is that, Sir.”

He laughed. “I appreciate your honesty.”

This scene was progressing unlike any other she’d ever participated in.

She’d shared laughs with Doms before, but often it was a nervous sound from them. And she’d never been with anyone as solicitous as he was.

“Over the chair, Brandy. I want your ass in the air. Put your hands in the middle of the seat area and lift up on your toes.”

Since the spreader bar restricted her movements, he helped her into position.

“You’ll stay there for me?”

“Of course, Master Niles.” No doubt that would be difficult once he was inside her.

“Your pussy is bright red and swollen.”

On fire, still.

“Couldn’t be prettier.” He parted her buttocks to expose her pussy even more. “Are you still damp?”

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