Page 35 of Rebellion

I got the rise out of him I’d been wanting and so much more than I could possibly handle. Already his demands and domination consumed me, no way was I getting emotionally involved. I needed to be a little more careful what I wished for.

He must have seen me take a glimpse of his lap because he reached for his belt and unfastened it, then unbuttoned and unzipped. His cock loomed out of the opening, big and hard. He wasn’t wearing underpants.

He stroked the length of it once, pausing at the head.

If ever I would know it was Gray this was it.

Gray’s cock was unmistakable with his piercings.

This man had no such body embellishment. I thought maybe he used to have something, but any scars were old if he had.

A drop of precum glistened at his tip. He swiped a thumb over it and brought it to my mouth. “Open and taste me.”

I licked my lips and opened my mouth allowing him to push his thumb inside. He was salty and tangy. My mouth watered and my pussy clenched.

“This should be evidence enough for you that, yes, I am turned on by your curves. My cock is screaming at me to take you now, starting with this luscious mouth, then driving into your cunt, and finally sinking deep into your ass.”

I suckled his thumb, showing him I wanted all of that too. Fucking, not this other intimate thing he pushed on me.

“But it would be for my pleasure, and while I could make you come, it wouldn’t be for you. That’s not what domination is, at least not for me.”

He slipped his thumb from my mouth, ran it across my lips and then his own. “You push my control. That means it’s time to call it quits for the night.”

I leaned back and rested my hands on his knees. He kept his fist around his cock and I couldn’t look away.

He stroked slowly to the head. “What we do together is only part of your training, you also need to establish yourself in this community. Get yourself a glass of wine or a good hard drink, and then go mingle with the members.”

“But—” I wanted that cock. To show him this relationship was any other D/s relationship. Not... a relationship.

He swirled his thumb around the tip. “Don’t think you can dally around like you did today. You’re at my beck and call now. If I want you to kneel before me at six in the morning you will. If I want you to lay on the bed, your legs spread, fingering yourself, pleading to be allowed to come, you will.” He pumped his fist back down and gripped the base of his cock tight. “If I want to fuck that sweet cunt or ass of yours, I will. You are mine. Do you understand?”

I nodded, mesmerized by the way he touched himself. My world had changed watching a man do exactly this, for me. That far away world and time rushed back to me, the two worlds combined into one.

He gripped it in one hand and stroked down to the base.

I sucked in a hiss of breath. A sparkle of light glimmered in the dark. Four shiny metal balls glinted on the shaft of his cock. He was pierced, twice.

My body tensed and I cried out, my imagination running wild and crazy at the thought of feeling Grayson and his metal inside of me...

Sir stroked two more times, more pre-cum leaking from his tip. “Say it, Angel.”

I licked my lips and swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

“Say you’re mine.” He kept the same slow but punishing rhythm, up and down, up and down, pleasuring himself, denying what I wanted, what was mine.

“I’m yours.” What just happened? I was confused and turned on by the demands and intense memories. I’d agreed to be his.

His cock grew and got even harder before my eyes. Then he released his shaft and spread his arms across the back of the chair. “Good girl. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I broke my leer and peeked up at him.

“Go on now and do your homework. I want to hear tomorrow which members you networked with and what they think their roles are.”

We were done? I was having a hard time switching gears. I shook my head trying to throw off the sensual fog. “Think?”

“Yes, and what you believe they really are.”

That was interesting and helped bring me back into the here and now. I’d never thought about the difference between what people said they were and what they really were. Not in the BDSM world. It was almost always true in the real world.

I stood and went to grab my shoes. Nah. Fuck it. Barefoot is better. I padded across the room and opened the door. Wait. “You’re not coming?”

He didn’t move from his chair. “Oh, I will be. But you need to go now.”

I walked out the door, but not before I saw Sir lean his head back on the chair and stroke his hand up and down his cock.

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