Page 16 of Entertaining Distraction
During the rest of his explanation, Charlotte’s hand got closer and closer to his bulging cock, which twitched in response to her ministrations. She was certain it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge into oblivion.
“That was very good, Michael. Thank you.” She really couldn’t care less about the hows and whys of the male orgasm at this moment, but it had been an exercise to see how much he was willing to invest in their relationship. She also wanted him to be comfortable in his own skin. And now that he’d pleased her, it was time to reward him. “Now, stand and strip completely.”
His hazel gaze shot to hers, as if shocked by her order, before he stood and did as instructed. He’d probably been on the verge of begging for relief and was now silently hoping it was within reach. Turning, Charlotte grabbed a large throw pillow from the end of the couch and tossed it on the floor in front of her. Confucius stretched on the ottoman and then hopped down. Showing his furry ass, he strolled out of the room, appearing too dignified to watch his mistress play with her sub.
As Mike quickly shed his clothes and draped them over the arm of her recliner, Charlotte’s gaze roamed his body and her mouth watered. He had a typical Floridian man’s tan on his upper torso while his hips and legs were paler. She knew he mowed the lawn at his mother’s house on a regular basis, and probably did it shirtless. A swath of fine hair covered his chest and narrowed as it went lower to his groin where a very impressive cock extended upward. On the tip was a bead of pre-cum that Charlotte intended to claim as hers. But it would have to wait for the moment. She turned her attention to his next task. “Hand me your limit list, please.”
After he pulled the folded paper from his pants’ pocket, and gave it to her, she added, “Now, fold your clothes neatly and set them on the seat of the recliner.”
His brow climbed a bit, but he silently obeyed the order. Charlotte wondered if Nick had drilled into his future brother-in-law the benefits of following a Dominant’s commands without hesitation. As soon as he was done with his clothing, she pointed to the spot on the other side of the pillow on the floor. “Stand in front of me and present yourself—spread your feet shoulder-width apart, bow your head, and clasp your arms with your hands behind your lower back.”
Once he was in the proper position, Charlotte set his limit list to the side and stood. Circling around him, she ran her hands up his arms, across his back and chest, then lower to his ass and hips, avoiding his family jewels. She loved the mind-games, which built up the anticipation for a sub. It made the end results of a scene that much more enjoyable. Under his soft skin, his hard muscles quivered under her palms, and his breathing increased. When he leaned into her touch, she removed her hands. “While we’re in D/s mode, Michael, you must ask permission to speak or move. However, if something feels wrong, tell me immediately. Understood?”
“Yeah. I mean, yes, Ma’am.”
“Your safeword is ‘red.’ If you’re uncomfortable with a command or scene, say ‘red’ and we’ll stop and discuss what’s wrong. Understood?”
There was only a moment’s hesitation before he answered her. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good. Kneel and present on the pillow, please. Rest back on your heels for comfort.”
Somewhat ungracefully, Mike, lowered himself onto his knees. When she was pleased with his posture, Charlotte sat down on the couch in front of him, then picked up and unfolded the papers he’d given her. Scanning the list, she was pleased to see most of their hard limits were similar, and there were quite a few things under the yellow column, meaning he hadn’t tried them yet but was willing to. She smiled when she reached the second page and saw a ménage with two women in that column—typical male. Charlotte had no problem letting a female sub join them on occasion, but it would only be for Michael—she wasn’t into women, although, she had scened with many without sex involved. “The activities you didn’t assign a color to we’ll discuss during a visit to the club. I’ll let you observe those scenes and then you can decide if you’re willing to try them or not.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
Charlotte put the list aside and stood again. Setting her hand on his upper arm, she trailed her fingers up to his shoulder, across his back, and down the other side. “You’re a very fine male specimen, Michael.”
A soft snort escaped him. “My brother got the looks in the family.”
Grabbing his hair, Charlotte yanked his head back and glared at him, letting him see her annoyance about his words. “You will never, ever, put yourself down, or negatively compare yourself to anyone again, Michael. I won’t stand for it. I wasn’t only referring to you physically, but also mentally and emotionally. You’re strong, smart, sensitive, caring, and so much more. And, yes, you’re physically attractive. All that combined makes for a very enticing package.”
A package she couldn’t wait any longer to experience. Bending, Charlotte slammed their mouths together. After a split second of surprise, Mike recovered and returned the kiss. His lips parted for her tongue, allowing her entry. Charlotte reveled in the taste of him—minty and spicy and all male. Her fingers in his hair held his head where she wanted it, while her other hand explored his bare chest. She tweaked his nipples before scratching her way down his abdomen. Mike swayed, and his arm shot out and grabbed her around her hips to regain his balance.
Lifting her head enough so she could speak, Charlotte said, “You may hold onto me, but do nothing more than that. Tonight is about me showing you how much you’ve pleased me. You’re going to cum for me. I’ll take my pleasure from seeing you lose control.”
His eyes narrowed. “You don’t want—”
“No.” Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his cock, causing him to hiss and moan in response. “This is what I want, Michael.” Tightening her hold on the hard flesh, she explored the length. His hips bucked forward. “Uh-uh. Control the urge to do that. I’ll let you know when you’re allowed to.”
Charlotte took a seat on the couch again, stretching her legs out on either side of her sub, never once releasing his cock. She swirled her hand around the thick stalk from its root to tip. Up, over, down, and back again. His every moan was hers. Every expression of ecstasy, every gasp, every response belonged to her. Using a finger from her other hand, she swiped it over his slit, taking some of the pre-cum, as she continued his sweet torture. “Eyes on me, Michael.”
His eyelids were heavy as his gaze met hers. Opening her mouth, she brought her finger to her lips and licked it. “Mmm. Very nice.”
Her hand dropped again, and she cupped his balls, gently rolling them in her hand. His legs began to quake, and she knew he was getting close. “Fuck my hand, subbie. Get ready to cum for me—your orgasm is mine.”
In time with her hand, Mike thrust his hips forward and back. “Jesus, that feels amazing. Oh, fuck! Cha—Ma’am. Please!”
“It feels amazing to me, too.” She studied his face and body language. His moaning vibrated through the air and she felt it in her core. “Do you want to cum, Michael?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
Charlotte’s hands froze. “What did you say?”
His eyes went wide as his hips stilled. She could see frustration and agitation surging through them. The muscles in his jaw, arms, abs, and thighs tightened as his mind warred with his instincts. He’d thought she was about to send him over, but he’d failed to use her title in his blurted response. Training a sub required consistency from the very start, otherwise there’d be confusion and misunderstandings, which would defeat the intended dynamics of their relationship.
Seconds ticked by, and then he finally inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. His gaze dropped to the floor. “I’m sorry. I meant to say, yes, Ma’am, I would like to cum, please.” His jaw was still rigid, but his words had been respectful.
“Very good. Failure to use my title or ask permission to speak unless I’ve asked a direct question will always be met with a negative response. Compliance will result in a positive one.” She resumed the hand job she’d been giving him and sped up the pace. Leaning forward, she licked one of his nipples, and then the other. She could sense the strength and tension emanating from him. It wasn’t long before he was nearing the crest of his climax. Her hand holding his balls felt when his body drew them inward. “Cum for me, Michael.”
