He leaned back in his chair and said, “I cooked. You clean up the mess. No clothes will be necessary.”
I’d never taken the role of submissive outside the confines of a club or the playroom of my Mistress, so the game Seth played was new to me. As I washed the dishes, I was very aware of his eyes on my ass. By the time I’d finished, my hands trembled and my cock wept precum. At one point, my hand went down to squeeze the base of my cock and before I could manage to do anything to ease the ache between my legs, he was up and standing directly behind me. My hand froze mid-air.
He took hold of both my hands pulled them in front of me and told me to hold them there. After that, he proceeded to give both ass cheeks three hard swats with his bare hand. “Don’t ever think to touch yourself without my permission, Baker.” His hand reached down and wrapped around the hardness of my cock, giving my length several slow strokes. He swiped my leaking slit with the tip of his finger and used it as lubricant. His other hand reached between my legs from behind and toyed with my balls. “Spread your legs wider for me.”
My mind should have been screaming ‘a man is touching your cock and balls again’. Maybe it ought to have been screaming those words but instead it demanded ‘open your legs wider’.
I opened my legs wider.
It seemed odd with one of his hands coming at me from behind while one worked my cock from the front. Before I could stop myself, I leaned back against the hardness of his chest and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”
His hands froze and then pulled away. I whimpered—literally whimpered.
“Put some workout clothes on. We’re going to spend a couple of hours in the gym working out and then we’re going to hand out your punishments. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” There was no doubting the pout in my voice.
I started to walk away to do as he’d ordered when he said, “If you go in your room and touch yourself, Baker, I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.”
I whirled around. “You seriously want me to go to the gym sporting a hard—on? Don’t you think that might be a bit…distracting to the other residents of the building?”
“What will be distracting to the other residents will be when I bend you over my knee and spank your bare ass in front of them. The people in that gym probably won’t find it as sexy and entertaining as the clubbers did last night. Do you really want to embarrass yourself that way?”
I glared at him. He glared back.
He’d do it. I knew he would.********Exactly two hours and ten minutes later, we were riding the elevator back up to our penthouse suite. Sweat dripped off my body and my muscles ached in places I didn’t even know existed. He’d worked me harder in the gym than he did in the playroom. I should be exhausted, but instead felt exhilarated. A good workout always gave me a buzz, but working out with Seth by my side, issuing orders and demands in words that often sounded more like growls, caused me to feel like I’d set up permanent residency on Cloud Nine.
During our workout he told me parts of what he had planned to do to me that day. I’d shivered with a mixture of fear and delight. We were going to spend the next few hours playing. Well, I called it playing, he’d called it stretching my virgin ass with every toy he’d brought with him. After that, we would spend the evening relaxing in the hot tub. Later tonight, he planned to grill us steaks and vegetables. There’d been a brief argument between us over that. I’d lost. If I wanted the steak, I had to eat the vegetables. No negotiations.
He’d left out mentioning what we might do in the bed that night, but my own imagination had kept my mind preoccupied during the hour long run on the treadmill. Tomorrow, he planned on another session during the day and then we were going to go to a club—not a BDSM club, but a dance club. Like a date. I loved to dance and couldn’t wait to see Seth on the dance floor. The next night would be showtime at Javier’s club, where it was my responsibility to draw as much attention to myself as I could. Landon wanted us to draw this guy out of hiding and to do it quickly.
I never wanted the Miami trip to end.
And, it was thinking stupid fucking shit like that last thought that would end up destroying me. This was a job. I was a job to Seth. What we were about to do in his playroom was practice for the show at the club. I needed to force my head to stop thinking of it in any other way.