“Look at me, pet. You know our rule.”

She closed her eyes before tipping her chin up toward his voice. Only then was she able to command her eyelids to open and stare at him.

He stood over her, patiently waiting. “Tell me.”

Her mouth went dry and she found herself unable to swallow. “I’d like to amend our agreement, please, Sir.”

“How so?”

“I’d…I’d like to be able to reciprocate, Sir.”

One eyebrow slowly arched. “Please be clear, pet. You’re trying my patience. If you can’t even talk about it, I won’t consider doing it.”

“I want to give you a blow job.” The words rushed out of her so fast she wasn’t sure he’d be able to understand her.

She damn sure didn’t know if she’d be able to say them again.

He studied her for long minutes that made her nearly want to cry. He doesn’t want to. He’s not really attracted to me. I’m a stupid idiot.

The words he next spoke took her breath away. “This is a limit I can’t agree to unless you agree it doesn’t end up in your articles. This takes our dynamic to a very private and personal level that is no one’s business but our own. Since neither of us have significant others, I’m okay with it if you are.”

Blinking, she tried to comprehend what he’d just said. She nodded. “I mean, yes, Sir. It won’t be part of the articles. I promise.”

He continued to study her. After another seemingly endless moment, he nodded. “No penetration. Except fingers and toys, of course.”

She nodded, although in retrospect, she realized putting intercourse on the table wouldn’t be bad at all.

I won’t rush it.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Am I allowed to reciprocate?”

She eagerly nodded. “Yes, Sir. If you want to.”

“All right then, pet. But only after I’m finished with you. If at the end of our play session you still want to, then we will. Deal?”

She nodded.

He strapped her down to one of the benches and quickly had her deep in subspace. He used the vibrating nipple clamps to distract her while he inserted a large butt plug. She felt her face heat as she realized he had quickly succeeded in training her to enjoy anal play. He’d made her beg for the butt plug the last time before doing anything else to her, making her realize she was wet and horny at the thought of it stretching her rim and filling her ass.

He’s an evil genius.

Next came the strap-on. He fucked her pussy with it while using a vibrator on her clit, until she lost all track of time and felt the world shrink as orgasm after orgasm stole conscious thought from her.

She loved that feeling.

Craved it.

Needed it.

Once she was left spent and panting on the bench, he removed the nipple clamps and unfastened her restraints and helped her up.

She noticed the butt plug remained.

He pointed at the floor. She dropped to her knees, praying this was the moment she’d hoped for.

He considered her for a long time, as her clit throbbed with ghostly memories of the vibrator and her ass clenched around the butt plug buried inside her.

“You asked me earlier to do something, pet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

“I want to give you a blow job, Sir.”

“You still want to?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

“There is a price to pay for that.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you care what it is?”

“No, Sir. I trust you.”

He reached out and stroked her hair. “Such a good pet. Stand up.”

She did, as he kicked off his shoes. He held out his arms. “Undress me, pet.”

Her fingers trembled with anticipation as she worked the buttons on his shirt. She barely managed his belt and the button on his jeans. His hard cock made pulling the zipper down difficult, but she managed.

As his jeans slid down his hips, she couldn’t help pressing her face against the front of his briefs, where the rigid outline of his cock strained for freedom.

She could smell him, warm and sensuous, and she couldn’t wait to have his cock in her mouth.

Once he was naked, he hooked a finger through the front ring of her collar and put her back on the bench, where he clipped her wrists and ankles to it.

It put her at perfect height to take his cock.

He stood in front of her as she opened her mouth, but he kept his cock tantalizingly out of reach. “Patience, pet. When I come, you will hold it in your mouth without swallowing until I tell you. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir!”

He fisted his cock and moved closer. She reached out with her tongue, but he seemed to derive evil pleasure tormenting her like that as well. She could smell him, see the drop of pre-cum already pearling at the slit.

“Beg me, pet. Beg me to worship my cock.”

“Please, Sir! Please let me suck your cock. I want to suck your cock. I want you to come down my throat.”

The soul-melting smile returned. “Such a good girl,” he cooed. “Now that you love anal so much, maybe I’ll train you to be my cock slut. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir!” Now her pussy clenched, nearly cramping with need.

He slowly fed his cock to her. She eagerly lapped at it, hungrily, moaning at the taste of his juices. He took his time, slowly thrusting, his hands resting on either side of her head until she realized, like that night with the strap-on, he was driving and fucking her mouth.

His cock felt like silken steel against her tongue, warm and thick and musky and sweet, everything she dreamed and better. She relaxed her mouth and let him use her, his praise sinking her deep into subspace again.

He went harder, faster. “Get ready, pet,” he grunted. “Remember, hold it. Do not swallow.”

His cock went rigid against her tongue and she felt jets of hot cum streaming into her mouth. His body went rigid and he groaned, making her groan with him as she finally got to taste him.

It wasn’t until he went soft that he pulled out. “Show me, pet.”

She opened her mouth, careful not to lose any of it.

He smiled. “Good girl. Mouth closed and hold it until I say so.”

He walked behind her. Then she sensed him kneel between her legs and felt his hot breath on her clit. She whined when his hands spread her labia, opening her wide to his view.

She almost forgot to keep her mouth closed when his tongue flicked out and stroked her clit. He took his time the same way he did everything else, driving her desire harder, faster, higher, until she didn’t think she could take it anymore.

“Swallow, pet,” he ordered. Then his teeth clamped down on her clit.

She was mid swallow when the orgasm hit. He didn’t stop either, using his lips and tongue and teeth and sucking, nipping, licking her through several orgasms that left her sobbing with relief when he finally finished. He kissed the insides of her thighs and stood. “Such a good girl.”

She lay there with her eyes closed, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss. She didn’t know how he did it. How he managed to make her come over and over, and when she was sure there was no way in hell she could come again, he blithely revved her motor and sent her on another cycle of climaxes she never dreamed possible.

She heard the sink run briefly. Then he was standing in front of her again. “Want seconds, pet?”

She opened her eyes, eye to eye with his erect cock.

She met his gaze as she opened her mouth wide.

“Such a good girl. You can swallow this time.” He used her hard and fast. Deep inside, she felt more than pleased and satisfied. He was using her for his pleasure. She was making him feel like this.

She’d let him use her however he wanted if she could keep feeling that good.

He came a lot faster that time. When he finished, he let out a happy sigh before unfastening her restraints. “TV and cuddle time, pet.”

She smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

* * *

He got her settled on the couch. “Want a drink, pet?”

“Yes, please.”

A few moments later, Tony returned from the kitchen with a glass of water for her and her phone. “I heard it vibrating on the counter,” he said. “I didn’t know if you wanted to check it or not.”

“Thanks.” She drank several long swallows from the glass and waited until her head was once again securely snuggled in Tony’s lap before checking her phone.

She’d missed two text messages from her mother. When she opened them, she swore.

“What’s wrong, pet?”

She stared at the screen. “My mom just sent me flight and hotel information. They’re arriving late Friday night in Tampa and driving down to Sarasota.” She looked up at him, nearly in tears that she’d have to give up their Saturday afternoon session, and maybe their Sunday one, too.

“You don’t want to see them?”

“I…” She hesitated, not wanting to appear clingy or needy. And definitely not wanting to admit the full truth of her feelings to him. “I’d really looked forward to our Saturday is all.”

He laced his fingers through hers and rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. “It’s all right, pet. I’ll go with you, if you want. Feel free to tell them I’m your boyfriend.”

“Really?” She sat up and threw her arms around him. “Thank you, Sir!”

* * *

He had to bite back the urge to laugh. A chance to meet her parents? Hell, yes.

A chance to spend a relatively vanilla day with her and give her a chance to see what it could be like between them in a relationship beyond their agreement?

Fuck, yeah.

Like hell he’d give up a chance to spend time with her, period, as long as work didn’t interfere.