Page 75 of Crave Me

Chapter Twenty-Three

Simon

She’d been gone for a mere two hours. I’d been able to concentrate on lessons plans for approximately twenty minutes, hockey film for half that. All the while, my mind continued drifting to Chloe. Her plugged ass, her luscious curves at odds with her tiny stature. The way she teased me and smiled at me and took everything I gave her in a way she’d been made for me.

Chloe was the sub I’d wanted, the kind of sub I’d been searching for since I was first introduced into the BDSM lifestyle in college. I might have made mistakes when I was with Cassie, but I’d learned since then. And while I didn’t want a full-time slave, tasked with the responsibility of making every waking decision for another person like Master Dylan did for Gabby, I was enthralled with the way Chloe responded to seeing Gabby in a collar and leash.

Chloe crawled behind me keeping the tension in the leash firm exactly like I’d asked. I kept my steps slower than necessary, giving her time to allow anticipation to build so high in her it threatened to bubble over. She responded so beautifully, so gracefully to submission there was no doubt that it was ingrained in her marrow as much as her intelligence.

I wanted this woman. And yet, in two more weeks, she was still expecting me to finish her training and hand her off to someone else. I was beginning to doubt my ability to do so when the time came. Her family be damned.

I walked into my playroom and stood off to the side until she came up next to me. She stayed on her hands and knees, looking straight ahead.

“You may kneel. Stay off your knees.” She moved slowly, as if her limbs were already tense or cramped. “You doing okay?”

I tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear. As much as I wanted to take it out of the mess on top of her head and run my hands through it, or grab it while I was fucking her, her thick locks were best pulled back while we played.

“I’m fine, sir.”

Pink spread on her cheeks and her shoulders rolled forward. I tugged on the leash, gathering her attention until she was looking up at me. “How do you feel from the crawling and the leash?”

I would give my right arm to know why she’d brought up Gabby’s collar this morning. While I didn’t doubt her answer, the way she’d hesitated told me she’d chosen her words too carefully to be the full truth. Some subs were humiliated by crawling or being leashed. The collar was one thing, a symbol of ownership. Being tethered to someone else whenever they wanted caused others distress. But there was a significance to it as well, an emotional component of trust and vulnerability difficult for someone as strong as Chloe. That she hadn’t even balked at wearing my collar and leash sent a jolt of lust straight to my dick.

I liked subs for their willingness to hand me their trust with their body for as long as I enjoyed them. A woman on her knees, trusting me with the most private parts of her was an adrenaline-rush all on its own, something not easily found in the vanilla world where dating often seemed like a tug-of-war game with one person fighting for dominance. I’d always hated the game—the coy smiles and games of how soon to send a text or return one or when a date should happen, a kiss or a fuck.

Chloe’s submission was something entirely different than anything I could remember feeling with previous subs. It wasn’t only natural for her, a part of it came easily for her because it wasme. It was a heady responsibility.

“I liked it more than I thought I would.”

I arched my brows, waiting for further explanation. Noticing my patience thinning, she continued. “When I get on my knees for you, it helps me get in the right mindset, reminds me everything I’m about to do is for your pleasure. Because it pleases you. Being on my hands and knees, with you leading me, makes that sensation deeper, I think. It reinforces my submission, reminds me I’m here to serve you.”

A flash of her naked, nothing but a collar and a leash at my knees while I watched television flashed into my mind. It was exactly what I wanted. Every time she was in my house, I wanted her there, just like she was now. Perhaps I’d let her nap on blankets at my feet so she was always ready to rise and submit whenever I wanted it.

“Fuck, Chloe.” I groaned and pressed a hand to my crotch. Her eyes followed the movement and a wisp of a grin tilted up one edge of her lips. “Do you know how perfect that response was?”

I had to get a grip. Remind myself what was going on before I fell any further for her. I didn’t need another Reynolds sister messing with my head and heart.

“Did you decide what you wanted today?”

“Gabby suggested the swing, sir.” She regarded the apparatus, tilting her head, considering.

Satisfaction that she’d talked about me, us, and my room and her assignment while with the other subs uncurled in me. The swing would allow me to open her completely, bind her wrists above her head and spread her legs wide open, bent at the knees. She’d be at the perfect position to take my dick deep inside her. Added to the sensation of being suspended in air, her orgasm would be relentless.

“Is that your choice?”

“No. I’d like the table.”

“Very well.” I pulled her leash until she was on her feet, giving her time to stretch her limbs. Unclipping the leash, I folded it together and smacked her ass.

She jumped at the sting and whipped around. “Sir?”

“If you want the table, get on it.”

She took her time, her movements less confident than when she’d crawled to me earlier and presented her ass for me. It revealed her nerves.

I smiled, watching her ass swish back and forth as she walked, the small plug still visible in her. I’d never wanted to claim a woman with the intensity I wanted to proclaim she was mine. “Lie on your back and get comfortable. Scoot to the edge of the table and grab the edges of the table.”

She followed my instructions and when she was situated, I pulled out the stirrups and placed her feet in them, spreading them as wide as the table would allow. Her inner thighs trembled at the stretch and I ran my hands down them, soothing her. “You doing okay?”

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