Virtuous(72)

Then I’m at the club in New York. It’s dark except for the single light that illuminates the table where Natalie stands, still wearing the robe I provided for her and afraid of what I’m going to do to her. I like that she’s afraid. Though she has come here willingly, her underlying fear fires my desire.

Here in my dreams, she’s not a rape survivor. She isn’t broken inside. She isn’t fragile or hesitant. I’m confident she can handle what I have planned for her.

“Take off the robe,” I tell her, my tone leaving no room for negotiation. She’s my sub, and I’m in charge.

She looks around the big room full of people, many of whom are looking on in eager anticipation of our scene, which has been many months in the making. We’ve spent hours playing at home, building up to tonight, the night we go public at Quantum. It’s the fulfillment of every dream I’ve ever had to bring her here, to my place, with my friends watching and supporting us.

Her hands tremble as she tugs on the knot, the robe falling open to reveal the creamy skin that has been the source of all my fantasies since I first laid eyes on her. My gaze falls to her * and the thin strip of light hair that covers her. I prefer her bare, so my first order of business will be to shave her. I’ve told her I want to do it, but I haven’t told her it’ll happen here tonight.

“The robe,” I say again, watching her closely as she shrugs it off her shoulders and holds it to her for a long moment before letting it drop to her feet.

She is exquisite. Her breasts are large and full, her nipples like dark red berries and standing at attention. At her waist, her fingers link and unlink in an unconscious show of nerves.

“On the table, sweetheart.”

She gives me an uncertain look before she hesitantly does what I’ve asked her to do.

“Tell me your safe word.” We’ve negotiated this in advance, along with her hard and soft limits. I know how far I can push her, what will break her and what won’t. I’m not interested in breaking her, though. I’m far more interested in worshiping her in the best way I know how.

“Fluff,” she says softly.

“And when should you use it?”

“If something is too much for me or if it hurts.”

“And what will happen if you say that word?”

“Everything stops.”

“Good.” I give her a soft, reassuring kiss and help her to lie back on the table, noting the deep tremor that has overtaken her thighs.

Seeing that makes me hot and harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Bringing Natalie into my world and showing her my inner self is the culmination of every fantasy I’ve ever had about what true love would be like. There’s no hiding, no evasion, no denial. I’d have her and everything else I want, too. Before Natalie, it seemed I’d never have it all, and now I have everything.

I’ve prepared in advance for our scene, so I’m ready for her. I ease her legs apart and place her feet in stirrups that I pull from under the table. I tug her bottom to the edge of the table. The bowl of warm water, shaving cream and razor are waiting for me. As I lather her up, she raises her head for a look.

“Wha… What’re you doing?”

“Making you ready.” I drag the razor over her most sensitive skin, and she moans. The sound travels like an electrical current straight to my already hard cock. I take my time to shave her clean with slow, even strokes of the razor.

As I work, I notice the quivering in her thighs has become more intense, forcing me to place my free hand over her lower belly to keep her from moving. The last thing I want is to cut her or cause her real pain. That’s not the goal here.

By the time I finish, her eyes are closed and her lips parted in supplication that makes my cock throb in anticipation. I wipe away the remaining shaving cream with a warm cloth and reach for a tube of lubricant. With my index and middle fingers coated with lube, I press against her back entrance, preparing her to take a plug.

She fights back, resisting the intrusion. “No,” she gasps. “Not there.”

“Yes, there. Be still.” I push against the muscles that are determined to keep me out, drawing a whimper of protest from her but no safe word. This is the first time I’ve touched her there, and I can tell she’s shocked and aroused. It’s a battle, but she eventually cedes and lets me in. Her moans and groans feed the beast inside me, making me ravenous for her and satisfying me in ways that nothing else ever could. I keep my fingers buried deep inside her ass as I bend to lick her *, stroking my tongue over her clit until she’s squirming from the need for release.