Carson invited me to his house that night, as I had expected. It was now or never. I drove over, took the elevator, and was greeted with his smile - even better than I remembered.
"Hello, beautiful," he said, pulling me into a kiss.
"Hi, Carson."
It was like he could see the cloud hanging over my head. "What's on your mind, little one?"
He closed the door behind me and guided me to the couch. He sat in a leather wing chair next to me.
"I need to tell you something," I said, avoiding eye contact.
"Okay," he said simply.
"This morning, after you left, Benjamin came out."
Carson tilted his head back, seeming to sense what was coming.
"He asked to talk, and well, we ended up having sex," I said as quickly as I could, still avoiding his gaze.
The melodious sound of his chuckle surprised me. There wasn't a hint of anger in it. "You just keep giving me reasons to punish you, don't you?" he said casually.
"You're...laughing," was all I could say.
"Emmeline, what did you expect? I knew what I was getting myself into. You told me something happened between you at the party. You still have the mark to prove it. If anything, I should be apologizing. You had a rough night, I should have waited."
"I was there too! I didn't want to wait. I know it's made everything more complicated, but I don't regret it."
"I'm relieved to hear you say that."
"So you're really not upset?"
"How can I be? We didn't make any agreements and I'm guessing you didn't make one with Ben. Right?"
"No."
"Then you haven't made me 'the other man'."
"So what is our agreement?" I asked.
"I won't ask you for monogamy, I know you can't give it right now. There's no one other than Ben is there?"
"No, of course not."
"I'm willing to give you monogamy. For now. Until we've all figured things out a bit more."
"That's really generous. You sure I'm worth all this trouble?" I said with a laugh, expecting him to brush it off.
"Emma, come here," he said firmly. I was surprised by the sudden shift, but got up and took the two steps until I was in front of him. He pointed to the floor. I got on my knees, sat back on my calves, and put my hands behind my back. I looked at the floor and waited.
Sir considered me for a moment before pulling my hands from behind my back and placing them on my knees. He pushed my shoulders back until my back was straight.
"That's 'down' when you're with me. Understand, Emma?"
"Yes, Sir."
He put his hand beneath my chin and lifted it until I met his eyes. "Listen to me, Emma. No matter how this ends up, regardless of where our future lies, you deserve the very best. The perfect situation for you and your partner.
"Anyone who isn't willing to give you what you need is not a person you should be with. Anyone who makes you feel unworthy of the love you want is not a person you should be with. Giving someone else power in your life, to the extent that you do, is complicated enough without choosing the wrong person.
"That's why I'm willing to give you what you need right now. To find out if you're my sub, if I'm your Sir."
I had long since lost count of how many times I had cried, but his words increased my tally by one.
"Did you really not understand that, Emma?"
I shook my head. "I did know. I do know. It's just been so long and no one ever put it quite like that." In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be his sub.
We spent the evening eating chinese delivery and comparing music, movie, and book preferences. We found enough common ground to continue our affection and pick out a comedy to watch. We laughed and found the perfect way to entwine around one another for cuddles on his couch.
When the credits started to roll, my hands started to drift to the v shaped wedges in his hips that I loved so much. Who can blame me? His hands did a little wandering of the own, up my cotton v-neck to pull down the thin satin of my bra. He turned me onto my back and held himself above me. His hair fell from his forehead and onto mine. I took the opportunity to roam freely under his shirt, over his chest and arms, to rake my nails down his back. That seemed to flip a switch.
He sat back to take his shirt off and relieved me of mine. He kept the bra, choosing to bite my nipples through the silky material. The mixture of his teeth and the wet, soft satin drove me to rake my nails across his back again.
He sucked on my neck and nipped at my ear before whispering, "All right, you've found it. But no more, lovie. I'm warning you."
Part of me desperately wanted to ask what waited on the other side of that warning, but he was already pulling down my shorts and my thong along with them. He had three fingers inside of me and his tongue swirling on my clit. His licks turned to kisses and bites. He turned his attention to the place where my left thigh met my labia. He sucked and licked and bit, all the while still sinking fingers into my glistening hole. His teeth kept gnawing away at the same spot while he slipped a thumb into my tightest hole.
I bucked against the delicious intrusion, one hand tangled in his hair and the other twisting my own nipples to the point of bruising. Sir must have finally been satisfied with the job his mouth did because he rose up and plunged his cock inside of me. He plummeted into my depths and fed me the hand that had nursed my pussy. I cleaned it for him like I had cleaned his floor, a subtle reminder of who my orgasms belonged to.
I grabbed onto the muscles of his back. The hand I had been sucking on was taken away, only to slap me. Not hard, but not gently. Just right. Another reminder - don't scratch. Sir gave me his hand again and I was grateful, my oral fixation seemed especially strong at the moment.
"Do you want my cum, Emma?"
"Mmm. Yes, Sir. Please give this little one your cum."
"It's yours, little one." As his dick pulsed inside of me, spraying my womb with his seed, I held my breath. I had asked for his release, but not my own. He laid across me, his head between my breasts. I breathed in his scent and tried to calm myself at the same time.
My fingers were in his hair again, massaging his scalp. I rubbed up and down his arms and scratched his back. Fuck! I scratched his back.
I wasn't the only one who noticed my indiscretion. I was being hauled into the kitchen by my hair. I managed to keep my whimpers to a minimum.
"Down," Sir said coldly. After I complied, he walked upstairs. I kept perfectly still and waited. I tried to ignore the fact that I was sitting in front of a floor to ceiling window that looked out on another building of condos, not an empty office building this time. I was trying to decide the likelihood of someone across the way having a telescope pointed my way when I heard Sir's footsteps on the stairs.
