Brad walked back into the room holding his sub’s top. It had been just where Megan had flung it, on the arm of the couch. She was now sitting on the edge of his bed waiting. When she saw Brad walk through the door, her whole face lit up. Brad couldn’t even have imagined how much that would warm his insides. That was a feeling he had rarely ever had.
As he handed his sweet her top, he thought about how happy he was. He felt…settled. That felt unnatural and natural at the same time. Was his little one as happy?
After Megan was finished dressing, Brad leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was gentle and probing. He wanted to feel her emotions. She did not disappoint. Megan returned his kiss with a tenderness that spoke of more than just lust.
“Did I mention how cute your ass looks in those panties?” He lightly ran his fingers over the ruffles.
“Thank you.” Megan shimmied her butt.
“Sweet, shall we go have a drink before I rip them off again?”
Megan wrapped her arms around her Master’s waist and smiled up into his face. “Yes, please, but can I ask for a favor?”
“You can ask but I can’t promise anything.” Brad smirked.
“Can we sit near Master Jesse and Kellie, if they’re still here?”
Brad’s eyebrow cocked up in a question. “So you, too, have the hots for Master Jesse?”
Brad could see Megan’s cheeks blush instantly. “No, I just wanted to talk to Kellie.”
Brad smiled with mischief. “I know. I was teasing you. I’m confident where I stand in your eyes.” He bent down for another sweet kiss and wrapped his arms around her.
Megan pulled back with a more serious look. “I just hope I’m as important in your eyes. I see how certain subs look at you.”
“Who?” Brad’s face twisted into confusion.
“That girl from last time.”
“Yes, but she’s not the only one.”
Brad gently pushed Megan’s head down so it was resting on his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head and took a minute to just feel how good she felt in his arms.
“Little one, I have no intention on playing with anyone else anytime soon or letting you fall for someone else.”
Brad could feel his sub relax into his hold. Is this what others feel with their long-term subs?
After a minute of hugs, Brad was leading Megan through the main room with drinks in tow. His sweet had tensed when they first entered the room, presumably because she was still shy about walking around in her underwear. After a few minutes, she had relaxed.
It didn’t take him long to spot Master Jesse and his necklaced sub sitting nearby.
“May we join you?” Brad spoke to his fellow Dom. He noticed right away that Kellie shot her gaze down the minute he had started to speak. Master Jesse had such an obedient one but maybe too boring, Brad thought.
“Of course. Please.” Master Jesse gestured to a neighboring couch.
Brad signaled his sub to take a seat but before he could sit next to her, Master Nathan came up and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Master Brad, would you please come with me to the office? Security needs to speak with you briefly.”
“Security?” Megan spoke out of turn.
Brad turned and gave his slave a disapproving glare. Megan turned her head to look at the floor. At least she has the courtesy to look guilty, Brad thought. The Dom returned his stare to Master Nathan.
“Certainly.” Brad then turned to his friend. “Master Jesse, will you please keep an eye on my little one for me?”
“Yes, of course.”
Brad gave Megan a reassuring squeeze on the back of her neck. She looked up at him with a little concern in her eyes. Brad managed a small smile and then turned to follow Master Nathan. Truthfully, he was a little concerned as well. What did security want with him?
The two men walked up the back stairs and entered the office. There were two security personnel inside the office. One was sitting at the computer.
“Master Brad, we just wanted to advise you about something we saw earlier in the parking lot,” the man at the computer said.
Confusion spread through Brad. “OK.”
“On camera we have your sub arriving and exiting her car. The thing that concerned us is that she was followed.”
Master Brad kicked the door shut flawlessly as he set Megan down on her feet. “Panties off.” His tone was strained.
At first, Megan thought about playfully challenging her Master’s command but the look in his eyes warned her against it. She could see just how close to that edge he was. Quickly, Megan pushed her cute underwear down her legs until they reached her feet. Trying to seem graceful, she relaxingly kicked them off to the side.
The sub had no time to think before Master Brad made his move. In a split second, the Dom was on his knees in front of Megan. Without a word, he grabbed her hips and buried his face in her pussy. She gasped and tried for just a bit to wiggle free from his grasp. She soon stopped moving, however. There were two reasons for that. Megan knew it was no use trying to muscle her way out of his strong arms and besides, it was starting to feel good.
Master Brad fed on her pussy juices like a man dying of thirst. He lapped up every drop he could. His tongue raked through her lips and over her clit, making no attempt to be gentle or kind about it. This was for him, not her. Megan, of course, didn’t mind. She loved the fact that she brought this beefcake to his knees, literally. What’s more was that he knew what he was fucking doing with that mouth of his.
A screech was ripped from Megan’s throat as the electricity in her sensitive button was reaching its peak. Master Brad had sucked the hardened nub into his mouth and lightly bit it. The orgasm wouldn’t make it all the way to her before Master Brad pulled back panting.
“You don’t know how bad I needed that.”
Megan was lost in his stare. Those eyes were saying so much to her. She could see his lust and primal need to take her but she also saw reverence and awe. This “king of his own world” was kneeling before her—needing her, wanting her. In that moment, Megan wanted to do nothing else except please him, from now forward.
“Face down on the bed.” His command came out rushed as he stood and started to undress.
Megan moved toward the bed, casually. Her back was to him while he removed his last bit of clothing. “A little bossy tonight, aren’t we?”
He was on her, instantly. Megan’s breath left her in a huff as Master Brad grabbed her from behind. One arm was around her stomach, holding her tightly to his chest. Megan could feel his heat bleeding into her while his erection was digging into her lower back.
His other hand snaked up and gripped her throat as he snarled into her ear. “You are toying with a line you don’t want to cross, pet.” The last word sounded like he spit it at her.
Megan started to feel her panic taking over. His hand wasn’t tight on her throat but still, the sensation of her Master’s thick hand there was frightening. She started to squirm in his arms but he didn’t relent or retreat.
The word “core” was swirling around in her mouth. She knew it was her backup, she could spit it back at him. Megan had come a long way since that Selection Party, however. She felt Master Brad’s hand on her neck loosen even further. Truthfully, it was now just barely touching her. Still, she was unnerved. Maybe the encounter earlier with Tate had done more to her psyche then she would like to admit.
“Are you ready to follow my directions, now? Without that smart mouth?” Master Brad’s tone was pulled back. Megan could sense that he was being more careful, judging her.
“Yes, Sir…Master. I’m sorry.” Her words sounded stronger than she expected. Merely that realization shed her panic. She was fine. In fact, Master Brad’s show of power and dominance was now awakening all feminine parts of her body and mind. She thought that maybe this was his game.
He slid both arms from her body. “Good. Face down on the bed.”
This time Megan moved with purpose. She crawled up and took her position on his dark purple sheets. They felt so soft on her cheek as she laid her head to the side. She couldn’t see her Master but she could hear him nearby. He was looking for something.
After a few minutes, the Dom returned to his subdued little one. Megan could sense him standing next to the bed where her feet were hanging over the edge. She didn’t sense the blow that took her by surprise, though. Not a hard blow but a shocking one. Megan cried out as something came down across the back of her thighs.