Sunlight streamed through the open curtains, which danced in the light breeze from outside. The wind was warm, working to lift the chill that lingered from the night before, and it carried the earthy scent of the forest around Jake's house. Melissa sighed blissfully as she snuggled back down in the soft blankets and silky sheets. She closed her eyes, fantasizing about what naughty things Jake might have in store for the day. The scents of fresh coffee and hot breakfast drifted into the room, bringing her mind back from her happy daydreams.
Her eyes opened at the sound of footsteps entering, and she smiled as she met the gaze of her host. He'd pulled on a pair of jeans, but they only served to taunt her mind with knowledge of what lay underneath. Not that the parts of him that were exposed were hard to look at. Warm brown eyes and still-messy dark hair added to his charm, even as his muscle tone reminded her how completely she was at his mercy. His gaze took in her bare porcelain shoulders peeking out above the white down comforter. She was sure her hair was a disaster, but somehow she doubted he cared.
His mischievous half-smile split his face as he set a mug of coffee on the end table beside the bed. Steam drifted lazily out of the mug, carrying the unmistakable scent of her favourite morning beverage. She could get used to getting coffee in bed.
"Good morning, Melissa. I trust you slept well?" His voice was warm and pleasant, and she smiled happily at him.
Sitting up in the bed, she leaned against the solid wood headboard and pulled the blankets up to her armpits. Surprisingly, she felt little of her usual shyness about showing her body. But the air in the room was a bit cool, and she wasn't in a rush to leave the warmth of the blankets. Jake chuckled, and she smiled to hear the sound.
"I did, thank you. Better than I have in ages."
His eyes darkened slightly, and she felt a slight shiver dance down her spine as they watched her carefully. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. You will need the rest before the day is finished, I'm sure."
She swallowed carefully as she watched the light dance in his suddenly dark eyes. Liquid rushed between her thighs reminding her suddenly that she had been left wanting and wishing the night before. She would play his games and earn an orgasm. Hopefully more than one. She was determined to prove she deserved it.
She was distracted from her thoughts as Jake set a breakfast tray down on the bed in front of her. Hot strips of bacon and scrambled eggs, finished with a slice of toast, cut diagonally and generously buttered. And in front of her plate, neatly coiled, was the metal collar from last night.
Without hesitation, she lifted the hair off her neck with one hand, baring it to the man in front of her, while stoically holding his gaze. She wondered, momentarily, if she should drop her eyes in deference, but she had a feeling he preferred a little bit of spirit.
"You are prepared, still, to obey my rules, my dear Melissa?"
Working to keep the fear hidden, she answered evenly. "I am, Master. Please allow me to wear your collar, and I will prove my devotion."
"Good. You can start by using both hands to hold your hair up for me."
Seeing the hunger behind his smile, she didn't hesitate before allowing the blanket to fall and pool around her waist as she lifted her other hand to join the first on her head. The cool air caused her flesh to immediately raise with goosebumps, even as it tightened her nipples into stiff points and sent a fresh wave of need through her body. Noting her reaction, she blushed at the desire she saw in Jake's eyes as he watched her body respond to the chill.
She closed her eyes as he lifted the collar towards her bare neck, feeling the cold metal as it settled against her throat. The lock clicked into place, and she released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Devoid of the collar all night, she suddenly realized how empty she had felt without it. Something about wearing it made her feel complete. She opened her eyes, smiling at the man who continued to bring her fantasies to life, even as he expanded her mind to crave more than she could have ever imagined.
He brushed his fingers gently against her neck, outlining the collar, and causing a shiver to roll through her at his touch. It was hard to believe she was so needy for more after everything she'd experienced yesterday, but even though parts of her body were still tender, she was almost vibrating with desperation.
As his hands moved lower, dancing across her clavicle, he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "When you wear my collar, you will not cover your body in front of me, except at my direction. I will take care of you, which includes ensuring you don't freeze, but I like seeing how your body responds to the cold. You do look a little chilled, at the moment. Allow me to warm you up."
Suppressing a new shiver, she wondered if her reaction was from his words or the temperature of the room - or maybe a little of both. The gleam in his dark eyes told her his plans were probably more nefarious than giving her back the blanket. Devoid of permission to move, she sat patiently, hands still laced through the hair she held on top of her head.
He gently lifted her coffee cup from the end table. "I brought up cream and sugar, as I wasn't sure how you like your coffee. But before I fix it for your pleasure..."
His voice trailed off and she watched as he moved the ceramic mug ever closer to her exposed skin. She could feel the heat radiating from it moments before it made contact with her left nipple. The heat initially felt pleasant, but as he pressed it harder against her soft globes, she fought her desire to squirm against the discomfort. Burning heat tormented the sensitive flesh, a shock after the cold she'd been feeling just moments earlier. She whimpered as the burn increased to a dull pain, her pleading eyes locked onto his malevolent gaze. A moment before reaching her breaking point, Jake moved the mug, pressing it quickly against her other breast.
"As you might have guessed by now," he started, his voice teasing her into a greater state of need, "I am quite fond of temperature play. I like watching as heat and cold torment the flesh. Used properly, they not only tease in the moment, but they can make you much more sensitive, which is especially fun when paired with pain."
She gasped as he pulled the mug away before reaching his free hand to pinch the first nipple, now rock hard and extremely sensitive from the cold air. Setting the mug down, he smiled as she moaned against his painful ministrations.
Releasing her nipple, he lifted a small plate with a carafe of cream and a bowl of sugar cubes. "Cream and sugar?"
"Yes please, Master."
He mixed her coffee, enjoying looking at her exposed body, and seeing her shame and confusion at having her hands still on the top of her head. She was complying amazingly well for one so new to this lifestyle. It was obvious how much she was suited to it.
Setting her coffee back on the end table, he looked down at her, leaving her off balance just a little longer as she waited for his instructions. He was sure she was hungry, and he intended to let her eat momentarily, though he had his own plans for the time. He had woken early and had his own breakfast quickly, before working to set the scene for hers.
"You may lower your hands. Slide forward so there is room for me to sit behind you while you eat. I intend to cultivate your desire for my attention while you sate one aspect of your body's hunger. I expect you're already quite desperate, and the day is just getting started."
He saw the shudder roll through her body at his words, even as she was complying. Used to more traditional men, he guessed she had expected him to have his way with her this morning, and bring them both to climax. Little did she know that he was well accustomed to holding off and enjoying his own build, and he derived huge amounts of pleasure from denying his lover for longer than she thought she could handle it. He'd made her wait a week, and barely sated her need yesterday. Today she would need to wait much longer than she expected. But the end result would be worth it, he was sure, for both of them.
Climbing into the bed behind her, he slid his legs under the covers with hers, looping over her thighs and using his feet to pry her legs wide. She gasped as the cool air found its way past the heavy comforter and into the heat and wetness of her core.
"Eat. Don't let me distract you. You will need your energy."
As she reached for her plate, he moved his hands to brush lightly against her soft belly, tracing gentle patterns on her skin with his fingers. Slowly he moved higher, skirting her chest as he brought his fingers up to caress her collarbones. Biting into her first piece of bacon, she moaned at the combination of the hot salty flavor exploding on her tongue, and the continuation of his gentle torment.
Pressing his chest against her back, he leaned down, extending his tongue and tracing it down the side of her neck towards her shoulder. His hands continued exploring the front of her body, carefully avoiding everywhere she wanted him so desperately to touch.
Running both hands simultaneously up her abdomen, he brought them to rest, gently cupping the curve where her soft breasts bulged away from her body. A whimper escaped from her as she realized his hands weren't climbing any higher, and he smiled at the sound. By the time she was finished breakfast, he expected she would be panting with need.
Still working on her first piece of bacon, she moaned louder as his hands dug lightly into her skin, his short nails creating light pain in their wake. Her core clenched at the sensation, sending a rush of fluid to her folds. It took all of her willpower to continue feeding herself, as his tongue and lips teased her neck while his hands tormented her torso. Looking at the plate, she wondered how she would possibly finish her meal.
As she picked up the piece of toast from her plate, his lips parted, and she felt his teeth against the soft flesh where her neck and shoulder met. She sucked in a hissing breath as he bit down harder, pushing her body past pleasure into true pain. As he continued biting and sucking her tender skin, his hands moved up to her sensitive nipples, and she groaned as he finally connected with them.
No sooner had his touch eased her carnal cravings slightly, than she realized she needed his hands lower. More than his hands. She needed to feel him inside her again. It was shocking to her to realize how desperate she was to be filled by him once more.
