Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who has read the opening 8 chapters of Asymmetry. All of your feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope you enjoy chapter 9.
I woke up where I'd always wanted to be - in Conrad's arms. Smiling, I nestled deeper into his broad chest and enjoyed his warmth. I'd never felt more loved, more cared for. I ran my fingers over the silver choker adorning my neck and grinned, remembering exactly what it symbolised. I belonged to Conrad now, something he'd made very clear after leaving The Velvet Thorn party.
I'd never experienced anything like the sexual tension of the taxi ride back to the Pan Peninsula Tower. Conrad's emerald eyes were filled to the brim with lust, so much so that I sensed the pent up desire might explode from him at any moment. He placed his hand on my knee, and discreetly slid his fingers beneath the hem of my dress.
"This belongs to me," he muttered as he reached my pantyless pussy, and it was impossible not to moan as his nails grazed my vulva. "All of you belongs to me, Miss James."
The journey back did not last long, but it could've been hours as Conrad nibbled on my neck and collarbone. When we arrived, he maintained his composure long enough to help me from the taxi and lead me across the foyer, but became a snarling lion as soon as we entered the lift.
"I need you so fucking bad, Miss James," he growled as he clawed at my buttocks. "As soon as we reach the apartment, you are to strip. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," I stammered, sensing the urgency of his arousal.
He sat down on the sofa as soon as we entered, but I knew what to do. I bent down and unstrapped my heels, before reaching behind to unzip my dress.
"Good girl," he said, leaning forward hungrily. "Do you remember what to do with your clothes once removed?"
I nodded before lifting my dress over my head, and folded it neatly on top of my shoes. Now left in just my bra, I unclasped it and placed it on my dress.
"Very good, Miss James," he smirked as I stood before him in the nude. "I think it's about time I gave you these back." He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved my panties. I grinned as he tossed them to me, and after feeling their wetness for a second, placed them on top of the pile.
"Thanks, Sir," I smiled, walking towards him, leaning down to kiss him.
He held out an arm to stop me. "Not so fast, Miss James. It's time for you to begin to learn exactly how you'll serve me. It starts with rule one. You may not touch me without permission."
Aghast, I stepped back. "But why not, Sir?"
"You cater for my needs now, Miss James," he continued calmly. "When I'm ready for you to enter my personal space, I'll invite you in. Is that clear?"
I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. "Yes, Sir."
"Instead, you'll greet me by kneeling. I'm going to show you exactly how you'll do this."
He grabbed my wrist, and led me to the centre of the living room, where a circular rug, about six feet in diameter lay.
"This is your spot," he pointed to a large dot in the middle of the rug. "This is where you'll kneel for me when inside my apartment. Try it now."
With the trepidation of a child dipping their toes into a cold paddling pool, I sank to my knees on the floor in front of him.
"Good girl," he said firmly. "I'm going to show exactly how you should position yourself now. Remember this carefully. I don't expect any deviation."
He bent down in front of me. "I want your knees spread apart, as far as they'll go." He helped me to reposition. "That's it, Miss James. Now, put your feet together and lean back so that your weight is on your heels."
"Like this, Sir?" I asked, trying to adjust myself.
"Perfect," he replied. "Now, finally, cross your wrists behind your back."
He stepped back as I positioned my hands behind me. "Very good," he said. "Hold that position for me now. Get used to how it feels."
My eyes followed him across the room as he sat back down. He'd positioned me so that I knelt at roughly a ninety degree angle to the sofa.
"You're doing extremely well, Miss James," he said. "Keep your eyes forward though. Look straight ahead."
I straightened my head so that I could only just see him out the corner of my eye. At first, kneeling like this felt absurd, but then the submissive gears in my brain began to churn. I'd become an ornament for his pleasure, and I loved that. The longer I knelt, the more I felt my folds moisten.
"I'm very, very pleased with you, Miss James," he said, and instantly my stomach tingled. "I'm going to fetch myself a drink quickly. Do not move from this position."
I heard him exit the living room, but I did not move an inch. My pussy ached for his touch so badly that it burned. Pleasing him had completely monopolised my mind.
With my head fixed perfectly still, and eyes pointed straight ahead, a row of framed photographs consumed my vision. Instantly, they triggered memories of my first visit to his apartment. The pictures had puzzled me then, and were still impossible to place. The same older woman with wispy blonde hair accompanied Conrad in each photo, and their embrace in each screamed romantic overtones. I just couldn't ever picture Conrad in such a relationship though.
I heard the thud of leather heel on laminate flooring behind me, and lost my trail of thought.
"It seems you're a fast learner, Miss James," Conrad said as his footsteps grew louder. "You're doing very, very well."
He pulled up alongside me, and it took the strength of every sinew in my body to stop my head turning.
"Yes, such an obedient girl," he stroked my hair. "I've brought something to keep you entertained while I finish my drink. He held a dark, leather riding crop in front of me. "Open your mouth."
Without hesitation, I complied, and he placed the crop's handle between my teeth.
"Good girl," he said. "Hopefully you can keep that safe for me for a few moments."
He moved away from me, and I heard him sit back down. Being watched like this, but being unable to look back, felt incredibly erotic. As my breathing deepened and my insides trembled, I realised exactly how Suzanne must've felt earlier that evening.
I heard footsteps behind me again. "You're such a good girl, Miss James," he squeezed my bum as he approached. "Thank you for keeping that safe for me."
He moved into my eyeline, crouching down in front of me. As his eyes met mine, his fierce, green pupils sliced through me like a laser, and I felt like I could melt on the floor in front of him.
He placed a hand on the back of my head. "You know how much you're turning me on, kneeling like this, don't you, Miss James?"
I nodded my head.
"And I think, by now, you know exactly why I enjoy having you knelt like this." With his free hand, he pushed his fingers past my folds. It took all my strength to hold my position as I moaned.
"Just as I suspected," he smirked. "It turns you on just as much as me."
He took the crop from my mouth, and I whimpered as he ran it down my body, between my breasts, over my belly button, ending at my throbbing sex.
"You are so fucking wet, Miss James."
I moaned as he teased my labia, before lifting the crop to eye level so I saw my wetness first hand.
"Open your mouth."
I ached so badly that I didn't dare disobey. As soon as my lips parted, he pushed the crop past them.
"Good girl," he cooed, "taste how wet you've become."
Weeks ago, an act this depraved would've sickened my senses. Now though, the desire to please Conrad completely overwhelmed me. Eagerly, I sucked at the crop, devouring my juices, such was my desperation to show him my obedience.
"Such a good slut," he said. "Who would've thought that when we first met, you'd ever be like this, on your knees and so hopelessly aroused at the thought of pleasing me?"
He pulled the crop from my mouth and moved his head so close that our foreheads touched.
"Words can't describe how much I love having you like this, Miss James," he muttered, his eyes locked on mine. "I love that you belong to me and that you work so hard to please me."
He drove his tongue past my lips, taking hold of the small 'O' ring on my choker and pulling me close. I realised now that I'd never feel complete in a vanilla relationship ever again. The sense of belonging to Conrad, being his property to use as he pleased, made me feel complete.
"Fuck, I need you so bad." He broke the kiss and fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it within seconds, before pulling down his trousers and boxers.
"Show me how you worship this cock, Miss James."
The arousal etched across his face had transferred to his cock, now rock hard and deliciously thick. I swear I saw it throbbing as it jutted out in front of me, pre cum already oozing from the head. He let out the most glorious of moans as I rolled my tongue along the underside of his shaft and sucked on the tip.
"Good girl," he grunted as I took more of him into my mouth. "That feels so fucking good."
His body shuddered as I pushed my head back and forth. I loved how worked up he'd become: that it was all my doing. As I continued to suck, I reached for the base of his shaft and began to stroke him.
"No," he snapped. "You'll use only your mouth when you worship my cock. Get your hands back behind you."
My hands recoiled back into place without thinking. God, he did such a good job of objectifying me. Right now, as I lapped at his hard on like an oversized lollipop, I existed only for his pleasure.
"That's it, Miss James," he groaned as I sucked him. "Show me how much you adore my cock."
He took a fist full of my hair, and forced himself deeper into my mouth. I looked up, and saw sheer ecstasy seared across his features. Knowing that I'd caused such pleasure thrilled me, and I showed no unwillingness as he gripped my hair tighter and fucked my face.
