Protege(91)
“You would please me every day if I asked, wouldn’t you? So loyal, so devoted.”
“Oui, mon Monsieur.”
“I’d take you every morning and every night and several times throughout the day. When you were an extra good girl, I’d reward you, leave you breathless with only my name crossing your lips, and then I’d take you again, because you’re mine. Is that what you want? Do you want to belong to your Monsieur?”
It was her greatest desire, but she wasn’t sure he’d see it as a need, see it as a fundamental requirement. Even if it were, she wasn’t sure he’d be able to meet that requirement. “Please,” she hummed, pressing kisses of adoration onto his flesh.
He gave her hair a gentle tug. “Please what? Good girls use their manners.”
“Please, mon Monsieur. I’ll be a good girl.”
He caught her jaw, holding her tenderly. “You are a good girl, Collette.” He said this as if he wanted to make sure she heard him. Pulling her to her feet, he stripped her and she shivered. “You please me so well. Your body pleases me, your mind, your soft-spoken words and your docile surrender. I find it hard to name any quality about you that displeases me.”
She tightly swallowed as Jude stood, moving her cup to the counter. He lifted her to the surface and lowered himself into the chair at the head of the table. “Lie back, peach.”
Her eyes closed as she imagined his gaze feasting on the view she provided, glistening folds unfurled before him. She’d done exactly as he instructed and waited anxiously for his praise.
“My mouth waters for you, Collette.” There was no better reward for such sweet anticipation. He was right. Sometimes words held more power than action.
Taking his time, he slowly teased her opening, tracing her slit with one finger. “There has been such an injustice done in the past few years with the media in regards to BDSM. What we saw tonight, it’s very rare. Damien and Sadie are a great couple. Their love is evident in the way he meets her needs sexually as well as emotionally. Without that emotional bond, the experience is hollow in my opinion.”
His finger delved into her core and she moaned, his touch so delicate her tension quickly unraveled.
“BDSM’s not about physical force. It is about control, not controlling another person, but maintaining control of ourselves. When control’s taken by force it is just that—forced. When control is handed over, surrendered, it’s a breathtaking thing, precious and valuable. With the right partner, force is unnecessary. When we find the partner that fits, there’s an ease to surrender and we’re freed.”
Leaning forward, he placed a kiss between her thighs. “I’m not an aggressive person unless I absolutely need to be. I take more pride in maintaining control and demanding order without having to raise my voice or hand. And when a submissive, such as yourself, peach, responds to that gentle authority, I’m filled with deep satisfaction.”
Her body shivered as he took a moment to trail kisses over her sensitive flesh. “Do you see how I need only to tease and tickle you and you submit to my will? That’s the beauty of submission in my eyes. I know you’ll be still for me and take whatever I give, because you’ve given me your total trust.”
Her breathing turned shallow as he pressed her knees wide. “Do you want everything I have to give you, peach?”
Anticipation had her breathing fast. “Oui, mon Monsieur. Please.”
Jude pulled her hips forward so her bottom was hanging off the edge of the table. “I wish you could see how beautiful you are from this angle.” He touched every part of her, gently penetrating and petting over her folds. When he nudged her back entrance, she moaned and he chuckled.
“Soon, peach. Soon. As you said, your apprenticeship is over in the next few days.” She made a sound of distress. “Shh. Listen. Just listen to me.” His fingers returned to her sex, caressing slowly as he spoke. “I think I know the sort of man you need and I know how difficult it will be to find him, but I believe he’s out there. I say need, because I think there is an actual difference between him and the man you wanted when you started this journey.”
He was right. In the beginning she wanted a man to take her with force, aggressively hold her with an all-consuming passion that burned so hot it scorched her soul. Jude had left several marks on her soul, but rather than the blunt scars of a burning lust, they were smooth divots, gently licked into her over time the way the reliable waves of the ocean changed the banks of the earth over time. He elicited an all-consuming passion, but he also controlled it, managed it, and never let her bear too much.
He pressed a kiss to her knee. “You want to find him, don’t you? Let him love you and take care of you and treat you as you deserve? Give him the privilege of meeting all your needs.”
“Yes,” she rasped, her breathing choppy as her body quivered beneath his touch.
“You need someone to be in control, protect you, gentle but stern, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“And when you need to find steady ground, you want him to lead you there, don’t you?” He dragged his nails slowly over the soft flesh of her bottom.
She shivered. “Yes.”
“Do you need a spanking, Collette, because this is the only time I’ll give it to you, when your pain and pleasure mingle within my grip and I hold the responsibility of all your needs.”