Page 7 of For the Sub

“Any slow word?”

“I can’t imagine one will be necessary, Sir.”

Niles was adept at pushing subs to the utmost limits. After all, that created the most compelling of all videos.

But he was also skilled at reading a sub’s nonverbal cues. He knew, often before they did, when they’d had enough. “Do you have any conditions or limits I need to be aware of?”

“I have no medical concerns. As far as limits, nothing that will leave a permanent scar.”

He nodded and affixed the cuffs to the metal hook.

After checking the fit to ensure her smooth skin wouldn’t get chafed, he added, “If at any time you’re too uncomfortable, let me know.”

“Of course, Sir.”

“Do you need a spreader bar for your legs?”

“Whatever is your preference, Master Niles.”

She’d do anything he commanded, but he wanted her to be able to let go and surrender to his lash. “Would it make the experience easier or more pleasant?”

“It would, Sir.”

Already he was learning to look into her eyes for an answer.

The depths were expressive, revealing even more than her words and tone together.

Anticipation radiated from her.

How often did she get the chance to just let go and enjoy herself?

At work, she had an obligation to ensure the Den’s guests had their needs met. Tonight, he wanted to give her the pleasure she deserved.

Grateful she’d approached him, rather than wait for another Dom to claim her, Niles fetched a metal bar.

As he knelt, she widened her stance to allow him to attach the straps to her ankles.

This close to her, he inhaled the unmistakable, sharp scent of her intoxicating arousal. Unable to resist touching her, he spread her labia. “You’re already damp, pretty sub.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Keeping her gaze ensnared, he slipped a finger inside her hot pussy.

Instantly, she locked her knees.

“It’s okay to respond to me. In fact, I’d like it.” He pressed his thumb to her clit then pulled back.

She closed her eyes.

He alternated between applying intense pressure and a glancing touch, keeping her off guard.

She swayed in time to his fingering and the way he teased her clit.

“I’m getting wetter, Sir.”

Good sub, letting him know how she was doing. “Already?” He backed off a bit. “Are you close to coming?”

“Yes, Master Niles.”

---