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  “You may stand and come with me, my sweets.” I ordered.

  Once she was fully upright, her body facing me, but her eyes downcast to the floor, I turned away from her and walked away. She dutifully followed behind me, head cast down, but watching my back so she didn’t run into me. Multiple people watched as I passed them, curious as to the woman who had been seen with the owner more than once. The pride in me bubbled close to bursting. Maggie was mine and I was waltzing her through the room to show everyone who she belonged to. It was a Goddamn pissing contest, and you could bet your fucking ass that I was going to win it.

  Finding an empty couch, I took a seat and waited for Maggie. Just as I thought she might, she kneeled between my legs, her hands resting on top of her thighs, matching the other subs around us in identical poses with their Masters. Leaning over, I handed her the wine glass.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said before taking a sip and handing it back for me to put on the end table to my right.

  “You’re welcome, little sub. I’d like to sit here for a little while, in case any of the members need to speak with me. You’re not to speak with anyone unless spoken to directly. Feel free to look around and watch anything that might catch your eye, but be respectful. If someone is speaking with me, make sure to pay attention in case they ask you something.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied instantly, her head coming up to look around.

  A few people approached us and complimented my sub to me, a few of them asking Maggie random questions with my permission. She watched the room in fascination until someone sat down next to me to speak. Her head never moved, but the subtle change in her posture was just barely noticeable. She was still observing the comings and goings within the room, but she was more receptive to the conversation happening behind her on the couch. Impressed didn’t even begin to cover how I felt about Maggie. Every now and then, I would hand her the wine so she could drink, and every time, she thanked me as she handed it back. It was perfection. She was perfection.

  After about thirty minutes, I could tell she was growing uncomfortable, her position changing every few seconds, miniscule changes, but enough for me to pick up on. Standing up and leaving our drinks on the table, I reached out my hand for her to take. Once she was standing, I pulled her back against my chest and leaned in to her.

  “I’m very proud of you, little sub. What’s say we blow this popsicle stand?” I whispered into her ear.

  “Whatever would please you, Sir,” came her throaty reply.

  Fuck! That answer was flawless.

  Taking her hand, I led her through the throngs of people, back to our room. Watching her for the past forty five minutes had been an exercise in control for me. When I saw the outfit she had worn after removing her coat, it took every bit of willpower I had, not to drag her from the coat room directly to my playroom. I knew I needed to calm myself before I came out of my office, or our fun would end entirely too soon. I also wanted her to feel comfortable in the great room with the happenings of a normal night in the club. We couldn’t spend every second locked away from the group, no matter how much we both might want it.

  Pushing the door open and escorting her through, I quickly shut it behind me and waited to see what she would do. As I was coming to expect from her, she didn’t disappoint. Going to the rug next to the bed, she kneeled back down and let the wave of submission crash over her. In just a few short encounters, she already knew what I liked and how I liked it. Not only was her submission sexy as fuck, it was genuine, and not just a show I had come to expect from many of the women who came through my door.

  “Beautiful, little sub, absolutely stunning,” I whispered, walking towards her.

  If I hadn’t been so attuned to her body language and her breath sounds, I might have missed the way her breath hitched, or the way a tiny earthquake rumbled through her body. Patting her on the head, I walked over to our chair in the corner and took a seat. I waited for a few moments; enough time for her to relax and feel the anticipation that was likely coursing through her, the anticipation already streaming through my own veins.

  “Come over here, little sub,” I said, just above a whisper, a few minutes later.

  Watching her rise, I leaned back in the chair and spread my legs a little wider; a silent invitation. Taking her first step towards me, her gaze raked over my body, her eyes hooded and lust filled. Teasing her further, I whipped off my shirt and folded it, and then unbuttoned my pants, my hands sliding underneath my boxers and gripping my cock, out of her view.

  Her step faltered, only slightly, before she continued her slow walk towards me. When she reached her destination, inches from my legs, she kneeled back down between them and waited for my next command. Her thoughts were plain as day on her face. She wanted to rip away my offending attire, grab my cock in between her own dainty hands, and swallow me whole.

  I wanted so badly to recreate the scene she had watched earlier, but I had bigger plans for this evening. Maybe once we were finished, I would let her suck me off, but for now, I wanted to concentrate solely on her. Tonight was my first attempt at a little self love, and this experiment could either make or break her. Releasing my cock and sitting up, I tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes.

  “Stand up and turn around, my sweets.”

  She instantly complied.

  Standing up behind her, I put my hands on her waist and looked at her in the mirror on the opposite wall. Tonight, we would stay a safe distance away, but sooner we would be up close and personal with the looking glass. My hope was, with every encounter with a mirror, she would slowly learn to love herself, more and more.

  “You look beautiful, little sub,” I said to her, my fingers massaging her waist, over her dress.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said, blushing, but not looking at our reflections, clearly uncomfortable with the compliment. I felt a unnecessary anger grip me from within.

  “Look at me,” I commanded, my fingers digging into her hips.

  I watched as her eyes slowly trailed up our bodies before landing on my face, and into my eyes. She was nervous, but there was still a haze of arousal surrounding us, almost visible.

  Dropping my voice an octave, I leaned into her ear and whispered, “I’d like to try something with you, if you trust me.”

  “I’m green, Sir,” she mumbled.

  “Good. Don’t take your eyes off of your reflection,” I instructed, before stepping away from her and out of her field of vision. Looking down at my watch, I waited. Two full minutes, I wanted her to stare at herself. This was phase one of my plan. I hoped it would work. All I needed was a small crack in her defenses to bust her insecurities wide open and replace them with words of beauty and self love.

  After one hundred and twenty seconds without her looking away, I marched over to her and attacked her mouth with my own. The kiss was brutal and savage, and I gave her the reward she deserved for doing a job well done. She kissed me back with a vigor I had not anticipated, which made me harder than I thought was even plausible. It took extreme amounts of control not to rip the clothes from her body, throw her to the ground, and rut with her like a feral dog would take a bitch.

  Two minutes of passionate kissing was her reward, and my penalty. Like a child in some ways, Maggie needed positive reinforcement, and I was going to be the one to give it to her, in a very adult way, if I could manage to hang on to my dwindling supply of control.

  After our two minutes had expired, I pulled away and backed up a few paces. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought. Her breathing came out in short spurts, her chest rising and falling with each one. Somehow, my hands had made it into her hair, because her brown strands were in disarray around her face, and her lips were plump and red. I didn’t imagine I looked much better.

  Running my hands through my own hair I pointed back at the mirror, indicating for her to look. It took only a moment for her to understand my meaning, before she took a deep breath, and disengaged our eye contact. O
nce she was facing her reflection again, I moved on to the next part of my plan.

  “I want you to take off the top layer of your dress and, without looking away, repeat after me.”

  Grabbing the tie on the see through white cover up, I watched her pull on it, opening up the layers underneath, while staring at her motions in the mirror.

  “No matter what anyone says,” I started.

  “No matter what anyone says,” she repeated, the tie coming undone, the garment falling loosely around her body.

  “I am beautiful.”

  “I am beautiful.” she shrugged out of the shoulders and sleeves.

  “Inside and Out.”

  “Inside and Out.” The white fabric pooled at her feet.

  Taking the few steps needed to stand behind her, I pushed her hair off of her shoulders, gripping it in my hands and tilting her head to the right to expose her neck. The shiver that coursed through her, brought goosebumps to the surface of her skin and I couldn’t stop myself from attacking her neck with my tongue and mouth. I licked and sucked at the exposed vein behind her ear, until she was moaning and writhing underneath me. Her skin tasted like cotton candy and the ocean, and it was an odd combination that quickly became an addiction to my starving tastebuds. I continued my assault until our two minutes had expired.

  Finding it a little more difficult to pull away, I bit her once more, a little harsher, and drifted back to my watching spot, my cock trying to burst through the zipper on my jeans, my hands itching to wrap around my swollen crown and pump myself into an early grave.

  Without having to ask, Maggie looked back into the mirror, but this time, I noticed, she seemed to be really looking at herself. Her cheeks were flushed, as well as her neck and the top of her breasts. I watched as her eyes roamed over her body to look at the subtle changes that were present from her rewards. After I gave her a second to examine, I gave her my next directive.

  “Take off the dress, and say it again,” my husky tone evident in my ears.

  With no hesitation, she watched herself grab the bottom hem of her dress, and carefully, but quickly, pull it up her body, her head disappearing behind the fabric.

  “No matter what anyone says, I am beautiful, inside and out.”

  The dress hadn’t left her hands before I pounced on her, from the front this time. Taking her into another searing kiss, my hands drifted around and grabbed hold of her ass cheeks, pressing her into my erection. My nails would leave indents in her beautiful white globes but neither of us seemed to give a shit. Her fingers found purchase in my hair, and although I should have been mad at her for not asking to touch me, I couldn’t summon the emotion. I was too involved with drinking her kisses and refraining from fucking her, right then and there.

  Pulling away again was torture, especially when Maggie made a strangled noise in her throat from the disappointment.

  I didn’t try to conceal the harshness and lusty tone of my voice for her next item removal. I didn’t walk as far away because I knew as soon as she was almost completely naked, I would be on her faster than a dog on a bone.

  “Your bra,” I managed to get out.

  I watched as she took a few calming breaths and observed her reflection. Her arms came up and slid behind her back to the clasps of her bright pink bra. Although I couldn’t see them, I imagined her deft fingers unsnapping the closures of her undergarment.

  “No matter what anyone says, I am beautiful, inside and out.”

  The bra fell to the floor to collect with the rest of her clothing, but this time I stayed rooted in place. Her boobs were perky and quite large, requiring two hands to fully encompass the span of them. Although her skin, in visible places, held the leftover remnants of a tan from summer, her breasts matched her creamy ass, white and untainted by the sun.

  Even though my cock disagreed, my mind had cooled down enough to walk over instead of running. Standing in front of her, I lifted her right breast, squeezing it and massaging it, watching her nipple pucker and extend. Bending down my head, I took her nipple into my greedy mouth and suckled her, my other hand coming up to tease her other nub. For two full minutes, I alternated between her breasts laying kisses from one nipple to the other. I bit at the soft flesh between her breasts, and blew on the tiny red welts that surfaced. Compared to our other two minute encounters, this was gentle and slow, and when our time was up, I made sure her legs were still able to hold her before stepping away.

  She was visibly shaking with need.

  So was I.

  Opening her eyes, she looked directly into her own passion filled pupils and waited for my next directive. Although she was turned on, she knew where this was going. Besides her shoes, she only had one more article of clothing to go, and in her heart of hearts, she knew I would make her remove them as well. She was mentally preparing herself, so I gave her a moment.

  “One more piece, little sub. Let me hear you this time. And mean it.”

  Putting her thumbs inside the waistband of her pink lacy panties, she shimmied them down her body, while I stood, transfixed, on the sight before me. “No matter what anyone says, I am beautiful, inside and out.”

  On her last word, she found my eyes in the mirror as she stepped out of them, grabbing them and offering them to me.

  The last of my control snapped as I took two long strides to her, snatched the panties from her grasp, threw them on the ground and pulled her into my chest. My mouth and teeth ravished hers, as I turned her around and guided her towards the bed.

  When the back of her knees touched the bed, I pulled away from her mouth and lightly pushed her down to fall backwards. Dropping down to my knees, I gripped her under her legs and pulled her closer to my mouth, placing her heels on the edge of the bed, before I dove in, with a hunger I hadn’t felt in a long time.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Maggie

  The whole thing happened so fast, I didn’t have time to breathe, let alone process where I was and the mortification I should have been feeling. I hated being fully naked, unless I was locked up tight in my room or bathroom, with no possibility of any one seeing me. Not even my beloved Faith was allowed to come in. (How stupid is that? I wouldn’t let a little dog see me naked.)

  Now, I found myself laying flat on my back, as Master Jackson got up close and personal with my nakedness. It should have terrified me, being so vulnerable in front of a man I had almost literally just met, but instead, I was calm. Well, I won’t say calm, I was on the brink of the biggest climax of my life as he ate at my pussy with gusto and incredible technique.

  Not that I knew anything about technique. I was, more or less, a virgin, in the sex world. Sure my cherry was popped, but I was still enrolled in Sex 101 when it came to the knowledge of what was right or wrong in the bedroom.

  “Oh my--oh my--oh my,” I panted. I couldn’t finish the sentence, my vocabulary reduced to just those two words. His mouth was everywhere, his tongue spearing me down the middle, his teeth grazing my swollen clit. I was so far on edge, I wasn’t sure whether to plummet over or sit up and smack the shit out of the talented Mr. Hunter for leaving me on the precipice of the most mind blowing pleasure I’d ever known.

  When I could feel myself slipping, going over the proverbial ledge, his touch disappeared, and cool air touched the sensitive flesh between my legs. A blinding wave of frustration coursed through me, causing my entire body to shake and push back with my heels. I bolted upright to see Jackson five feet from the bed, panting, his mouth and upper lip drenched, in what I could only assume was my juices. He stood with his back up against the door, looking at me through hooded eyes.

  His gaze was fierce, his eyebrows scrunched together as he stared a hole through my brain. For longer than I could comprehend, I sat on the bed, wearing nothing, as we stared at each other, unblinking. Instead of feeling flustered at the lack of movement or speech, I could feel a deep longing creep up my spine. My womb trembled with an inexperienced need, and my breathing was ragged and out of syn
c.

  Jackson, it seemed, was just as affected by the wordless communication travelling between us. Even through the material of his jeans, I could see his erection straining to come out. I didn’t think it was possible but his stare alone was almost enough to have me spiralling towards that heavenly sensation my body desperately craved.

  I wanted to reach my hand around my body and rub my clit, to put my body out of its misery. It wouldn’t take much with my own hands, I knew my body well, but I highly doubted Jackson was going to be ok with that. I hadn’t been a part of the scene for long, but I knew that sub’s rarely ever got to achieve their own pleasure, instead giving said gratification up to the Dom to use at his discretion.

  While I had been in la-la land, picturing the way my fingers would slide between my pussy lips and coax the orgasm from my body, Jackson hadn’t moved at all. His breathing was still erratic, his chest rising and falling in time with mine.

  In a moment of insubordination, I lifted my right hand from the bed, leaving my left hand to hold myself up, and ran a single finger across my chest, grazing my nipple, before making my way south. My eyes never left his, challenging him to say something or to come and stop me. I was playing with fire, but I didn’t care. It was fucking exhilarating.

  Just below my navel, a look I had not yet seen crossed over Jackson’s face. From here on out, I would call it his Dom look.

  It was menacing.

  It was scary.

  It was fucking hot.

  His body straightened, his demeanor shifted. My finger instantly stopped its descent, my brain running around my skull yelling “Mayday Mayday” to my uncooperative body. I was in trouble. I didn’t know what kind of trouble, but I knew I was going to love it and I was going to hate it at the same time. His look promised pleasure, and a type of pain I was starting to find went hand in hand with that bliss. For a split second, we just continued our eye dance, him daring me to finish what I started, and me begging him to finish it for me.