The Chalet
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“You don’t think it’s blurring the lines?”
“They’re our lines to blur, right?”
“I suppose,” she said, but her expression told a different story.
“Neither one of us wants an around-the-clock collared relationship. Just because you happen to not call me ‘Nathaniel’ during sex or because I tell you to be still, doesn’t change that.”
She thought about it a bit more. “You’re right, I see that.” A smile broke across her face. “So you didn’t mind, huh? When I called you ‘Sir’?”
I felt my own smile in response to her question. “Didn’t mind at all. Quite the opposite, actually.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You do that.”
She grew thoughtful again. “Wonder why I said ‘Sir’ and not ‘Master’?”
I shrugged. “Maybe you thought you were in the library?”
“Or on the kitchen table.”
“Or maybe it was just a natural reply to what I said. Funny how the body reacts sometimes without us realizing it.”
She eyed my growing erection. “I’ll say.”
I laughed. “Trust me, I completely realized that reaction. It’s my body’s natural response to you, especially when I think about you calling me ‘Sir.’”
She took the plate and wineglass from my hands and placed them on the bedside table. “Let’s see what other replies we can get from your body. Besides, I think I remember you saying it was my turn later.”
“Is it later already?” I asked, growing even harder.
“Mm hm.” She pushed me to my back and pulled my arms over my head. “Keep them here.”
I grew even harder at her words. Though she wasn’t a sexual dominant, every so often she enjoyed having the opportunity to issue a command or two. And I’d admit, I liked seeing her playful side. I decided to play a bit myself.
Letting her keep my hands restrained, I lifted my head and nipped her ear. “Think you can top me, Abby?”
“I think I can, because if you move your hands, I’m going to ignore your dick.” She trailed a hand down my side and lightly brushed my erection. “Though that shouldn’t be a problem. You’ve already come twice. You probably won’t even notice.”
Her hand hovered over me. I felt the heat from her skin, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Hell, yes, I’d notice. “Fine. I won’t move my hands.”
The look she gave me was pure evil. “Good, because I want to see if I can still deep throat you.”
My cock throbbed at her words as I imagined it and my hips lifted involuntarily. To sink into her mouth again. To watch her lips part around me. Fuck.
“No moving,” she warned and moved away.
“Abby,” I said in a gruff voice.
She sat up by my side and drew figure eights on my chest with her finger.
Lower. Move your hand lower.
“Know how you’ll sometimes say you’re doing something for me?” she asked.
Her hand drifted lower and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. “Yes,” I hissed.
“Well, this is all for you. So be still and enjoy.” She shimmied down toward the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes on mine. “I’m used to sucking you off so many times a week, I lose count. Do you know how hard it’s been to go a month without tasting you?”
“Probably about as hard as I am right now.”
“You are looking really hard. Is that painful?”
“I know you can make it better.” And I hoped she’d do it soon. I nearly ached with the need to be inside her in some way.
“Watch,” she said, as if I could do anything else.
Her lips parted slowly, much too slowly for my liking, around the head of my cock. I wanted to thrust into her, force myself all the way in her mouth. Fuck, it’d been so long since her warm heat had engulfed me.
She took more of me inside her mouth, moaning as she did so. I expected her to take all of me, the way she’d said. Instead, she wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and starting bobbing. Teasing.
“Need. More,” I panted.
Clearly, she didn’t care because she continued her bobbing. Every so often she’d pull back completely and lick down my shaft.
“Damn, evil tease,” I said when she sucked me partway inside.
She lifted her head. “Says the man who a little over a month ago made me go all weekend without release.”
The weekend in question had been part of her training. I’d kept her on the edge for two entire days. “I let you come on Sunday, right before I took your collar off. When you came, you screamed so loud, you nearly broke the dishes.”
“They’re our lines to blur, right?”
“I suppose,” she said, but her expression told a different story.
“Neither one of us wants an around-the-clock collared relationship. Just because you happen to not call me ‘Nathaniel’ during sex or because I tell you to be still, doesn’t change that.”
She thought about it a bit more. “You’re right, I see that.” A smile broke across her face. “So you didn’t mind, huh? When I called you ‘Sir’?”
I felt my own smile in response to her question. “Didn’t mind at all. Quite the opposite, actually.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You do that.”
She grew thoughtful again. “Wonder why I said ‘Sir’ and not ‘Master’?”
I shrugged. “Maybe you thought you were in the library?”
“Or on the kitchen table.”
“Or maybe it was just a natural reply to what I said. Funny how the body reacts sometimes without us realizing it.”
She eyed my growing erection. “I’ll say.”
I laughed. “Trust me, I completely realized that reaction. It’s my body’s natural response to you, especially when I think about you calling me ‘Sir.’”
She took the plate and wineglass from my hands and placed them on the bedside table. “Let’s see what other replies we can get from your body. Besides, I think I remember you saying it was my turn later.”
“Is it later already?” I asked, growing even harder.
“Mm hm.” She pushed me to my back and pulled my arms over my head. “Keep them here.”
I grew even harder at her words. Though she wasn’t a sexual dominant, every so often she enjoyed having the opportunity to issue a command or two. And I’d admit, I liked seeing her playful side. I decided to play a bit myself.
Letting her keep my hands restrained, I lifted my head and nipped her ear. “Think you can top me, Abby?”
“I think I can, because if you move your hands, I’m going to ignore your dick.” She trailed a hand down my side and lightly brushed my erection. “Though that shouldn’t be a problem. You’ve already come twice. You probably won’t even notice.”
Her hand hovered over me. I felt the heat from her skin, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Hell, yes, I’d notice. “Fine. I won’t move my hands.”
The look she gave me was pure evil. “Good, because I want to see if I can still deep throat you.”
My cock throbbed at her words as I imagined it and my hips lifted involuntarily. To sink into her mouth again. To watch her lips part around me. Fuck.
“No moving,” she warned and moved away.
“Abby,” I said in a gruff voice.
She sat up by my side and drew figure eights on my chest with her finger.
Lower. Move your hand lower.
“Know how you’ll sometimes say you’re doing something for me?” she asked.
Her hand drifted lower and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. “Yes,” I hissed.
“Well, this is all for you. So be still and enjoy.” She shimmied down toward the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes on mine. “I’m used to sucking you off so many times a week, I lose count. Do you know how hard it’s been to go a month without tasting you?”
“Probably about as hard as I am right now.”
“You are looking really hard. Is that painful?”
“I know you can make it better.” And I hoped she’d do it soon. I nearly ached with the need to be inside her in some way.
“Watch,” she said, as if I could do anything else.
Her lips parted slowly, much too slowly for my liking, around the head of my cock. I wanted to thrust into her, force myself all the way in her mouth. Fuck, it’d been so long since her warm heat had engulfed me.
She took more of me inside her mouth, moaning as she did so. I expected her to take all of me, the way she’d said. Instead, she wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and starting bobbing. Teasing.
“Need. More,” I panted.
Clearly, she didn’t care because she continued her bobbing. Every so often she’d pull back completely and lick down my shaft.
“Damn, evil tease,” I said when she sucked me partway inside.
She lifted her head. “Says the man who a little over a month ago made me go all weekend without release.”
The weekend in question had been part of her training. I’d kept her on the edge for two entire days. “I let you come on Sunday, right before I took your collar off. When you came, you screamed so loud, you nearly broke the dishes.”
