Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) Page 12

  She decided to wiggle her hips saucily at that point.

  And Preston wasn’t going to disappoint her. He swatted her backside four times, hard. She gasped loudly at each blow.

  “Yes indeed, Miss Avery, that would’ve been a most severe punishment. I may have had to add another punishment too, like making you lick the chair clean.”

  Avery groaned, her body jolting in response. “Oh, God, Sir. I would’ve gladly licked the chair for you.”

  “I have other things you can lick, sweetheart — but first let me have my appetizer.”

  Preston pulled up his chair, and sat with his nose inches from her sex. He loudly inhaled, his cock leaping in response.

  Roast beef, apple pie, and pussy. Is there anything better than that after a long day at work?

  Sliding his nose into her slit, he circled her clit, watching her writhe. “Whoa, baby. I’m going to hold your hips. I want to enjoy my appetizer a little before you go off. And remember, you can’t come until I give permission.”

  “Gah! I hate that!” Avery said through clenched teeth.

  Without hesitation, he gave her bottom two hard swats. “Is that how you respond, sub?”

  “No, Sir.”

  She had the decency to put remorse and regret into her voice, although he knew full well that she wasn’t sorry. She just didn’t want to be spanked for punishment. And disrespect would definitely call for punishment

  He slid his tongue into her channel and laved it with long steady strokes, pushing it in deep while stroking and pulling her clit. She was close. She had apparently been naked for a while as she laid over the table, because he didn’t see her lasting very long. He was anxious to see what else she had planned for him. He pulled his tongue out, and flicked her clit with butterfly strokes. The sound of her moans told him she was close to coming, so he pulled away and swatted her hip three times. “You aren’t supposed to come, remember Miss Avery?”

  “Yes, Sir. But you need to hurry, Sir. I’m doing math and reciting the Declaration of Independence in my head. It isn’t working!”

  “Jesus, are you serious? You’re doing math, and history in the middle of my getting you off?”

  “I don’t want to disobey, Sir. Let me come, please! Fuck me with your tongue, or fingers, or cock, or something before I die here! Please, Sir.”

  Preston laughed. “That’s probably more of a directive than I would like it to be. But you’re trying. Let’s get you your orgasm, baby.”

  Rimming her puckered hole, he shoved his fingers into her channel, finding the spot he knew would make her fly apart. When she seemed ready, he pressed firmly onto her G-spot, yelling, “Come for me, Avery!”

  Preston once again pushed his tongue inside her, pressing his thumb onto her beautiful little rosebud, and when he sensed she was near the edge, he flicked her clit until she screamed with her release. The juices from the spasming pussy and the sound of her mewls almost undid him. He continued to lick and suck until every spasm was milked out of her.

  “My God, Kitten, that was amazing! Jesus, my face is dripping with you. I may wipe it, but I’m certainly not washing it. I want to smell you all night.”

  “Ah. Why do you have to say things like that?”

  “‘Cause it’s true. I love waking up in the morning, and smelling you on my skin.” He patted her bottom. “Are you okay to get up now, sweetie? Let me help you.” He gently helped her off the table, placing her on his lap in the chair. He tucked her head under his chin, and they just sat in the quiet.

  “Are you ready for your main course, Sir?” Avery tilted her head up at him, smiling mischievously.

  “Of course I am. What’re you proposing, girlie?” Preston waggled his eyebrows at her and patted her bottom lightly.

  “You’ll see. Just wait here.”

  Avery got up and fixed Preston a plate of food. Placing it in front of him on the table, she then pulled the chair out opposite him, and she slid under the table, kneeling right in front of him.

  “Eat please, Sir.”

  Her fingers began unbuckling his belt, but he stopped her. “Uh-unh, Avery Rose. No hands. I want you to undo my belt and my pants without your hands — only your teeth. If I think you need assistance, I’ll help you.”

  The look she gave him from under the table was priceless, her eyes wide, white teeth worrying her lip. She appeared to be gauging his seriousness, looking down at his crotch, then back up again.

  “Why can’t I use my hands? I mean, I’m not an animal — I do have opposable thumbs and I would like to take full advantage of them versus having dental work.”

  Preston chuckled. “Avery, it would behoove you to keep that little mouth busy on my belt, pants, and then my cock instead of using it to piss me off. I know you’re not an animal, but you may find that you like doing it this way.”

  * * *

  Avery stared up at him one last time, then leaned forward, using her teeth to pull the end of his belt through the buckle. It wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. It was difficult to not use her hands. She then pulled on the tail of the belt, trying to get the tooth out of the hole to loosen it completely.

  Preston stroked her head. “Avery, you’re doing so well. This is so good, so hot.”

  She leaned forward again, and got her teeth to clasp the tongue of the zipper. Bit by bit, tooth by tooth, she pulled the zipper down, the process slow and arduous. A couple times she swore she felt his cock jump under the fabric as her nose pressed against him. She knew she was correct when Preston gasped sharply and pushed his hips out more on the chair.

  “Jeeee-sus!” His jaw clenched and he closed his eyes briefly again, rubbing her hair.

  “Sir.”

  Preston, his eyes still closed, just quietly moaned. “Mmmmmm.”

  “I need you to help me take off your pants and boxers, Sir. I can’t do that with my teeth.”

  “Correction, Avery — you can’t do it with me sitting in a chair. I’ll stand and you can continue with your little task.”

  As soon as he stood up, his pants fell to his knees, the hard outline of his erection obvious through the boxers.

  “There’s my kitty. Just use your teeth to pull my boxers down. You’ll be punished if you use your hands, Avery.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Avery could smell that scent that was purely Preston. His musky arousal mixed with soap and sandalwood.

  “Keep your hands behind your back and present those breasts to me, Avery.”

  Avery crossed her wrists behind her back, ensuring her breasts thrust forward the way she had been trained, and the way he liked.

  “Further, Avery. Chin up”

  Again Avery obeyed and looked at him while he stroked her face. She loved the softness of his hands, savoring the way he caressed her jaw line and forehead. He smiled with his eyes first, and then the corners of his lips curled up into an approving grin.

  “Continue taking my boxers down.”

  Avery tasted the cotton fabric — detergent and salty sweat on the waistband of his shorts now between her teeth. She had to pull his shorts out and down to accommodate his erection, and even then the boxers frustratingly moved back into place because she couldn’t pull down on the sides or back. There was a definite skill and method to doing this with your teeth. She let the elastic snap back, watching Preston jump when it hit the tip of his erection.

  “Christ, this is a pain in the ass. Can’t I Just use my hands Preston?”

  Avery sat back on her heels in exasperation, looking up at him with a pout.

  “We have a problem with some of this, I see. Two problems, actually. One, we’re in a session. What do you call me in a session?”

  “Sir, not Preston. I’m sorry, Sir. Can I please use my hands?”

  “Two, you swore. We’ve been trying to get you to not swear. Obviously, it’s not working. You’ve sworn several times now tonight. I’m thinking I need to increase the punishment for this.” Preston was tapping her cheek wit
h his forefinger. “Maybe more punishment will get you to obey that rule better.”

  “Oh God, I think you just want to punish me.”

  “Well, that’s for me to know and you to find out.” He gave her a broad grin, which was her answer as far as she was concerned. “Three, you’re not supposed to beg or plead to get out of a dictate in a session. I decide how things are going, and you’re to comply” He grasped her chin. “You’ll continue to service me with your teeth and tongue only. No complaints. Continue, please.”

  Avery leaned forward again and tugged on the boxers from the bottom hem on the side of his body, and then moved around to tug at the backside of his boxers, leaving half his backside exposed. When she came back around and pulled at the waistband right above his genitals, she managed to finally clear the jut of his considerable erection, the shorts falling to meet his pants.

  “Yesssss!” Avery was so pleased with herself she sat back and stared at him like he was her first macaroni picture.

  Preston rubbed her shoulders, cooing, “Good Girl, Avery.”

  That phrase: “Good girl.” It held so much meaning for her. It was such an affirmation, and even though she wasn’t a child, it made her feel cherished, and loved. Especially the way he said it — like she was just the best thing in his entire world. It made her want to do anything just to hear him speak those two words.

  Avery rose up on her knees and tried to take the girth of him in her mouth, but without the use of her hands, the task was even more difficult.

  She looked up and Preston had that half smile, waiting for her to ask him for assistance. Avery hated asking for assistance. She had spent most of her life fending for herself, and doing things on her own. Her family, who celebrated the times when she was independent in her youth. However, Preston seemed to delight in every task that required her to ask him for help. Whether it was asking him to answer questions, or asking him to help her complete a task, he wanted her dependent on him.

  Avery sighed. “Preston can you help me? I can’t get your cock in my mouth by myself.”

  “Absolutely, sweetheart.” Preston grabbed his cock, and put the purple bulbous head into her mouth. “Open your mouth and only use your tongue. I want you to lick my cock with your tongue. No lips until I say.”

  No lips? Just lick with my tongue?

  She licked him as he’d ordered, alternating soft and slow, light butterfly strokes. Then she slid her tongue up and down the full length of him, teasing the rim of the head, the thick tracery of veins. Avery had never taken so much time to slowly lick every inch of him. She moved from his cock to his balls, tonguing his sac gently, feeling the wiry hair on her nose and lips. The musky, masculine scent of him filled her senses as she licked the day’s salty sweat from his flesh. She wrapped her tongue around the tip of his cock, and laved him harder, drawing a gasp of pleasure from his lips. There was a satisfaction in knowing that your tongue and body were satisfying a man. She could hear the sharp intake of breath, feel the slight shudders that ran through his thighs and hips. She thrilled that her efforts left him unable to contain the movement of his hips. Then, unable to resist any longer, he started thrusting within the tight clutch of her lips.

  “Avery, start sucking. Use your lips, sweetheart.” Preston grabbed her head, directing her movements. He pulled out, his voice a deep rumble. “Breathe through your nose, Avery. You’re doing fine, baby. Such a good girl.”

  He pushed for the back of her throat, and she breathed through her nose, fighting her gag reflex. His strokes became harder, more insistent. She felt his body shudder, then heard his primal groan as hot seed shot down the back of her throat.

  “Fucking fantastic. That was awesome, Kitten. Lick me dry, now. I want you to clean all the moisture off my cock and balls until I’m dry.”

  He usually asked her to lick him clean and not waste a drop of his cum, but being ordered to lick all the moisture ‘until dry’ was something entirely new.

  What’s going on here?

  Chapter 10

  “Sir, what did you mean when you caught me that first time in the playpen, and you said that someday you would tell me about the cage? You said you hoped to have a kitten someday. What did you mean?” Avery rubbed her hands on his chest. “The pillow said ‘Kitty.’”

  Preston took a deep breath, staring at her, wondering how he was going to present this to her so it made sense, so she would want to do more.

  “Remember tonight how I had you using your teeth, and licking my cock and balls?” He paused, gauging her reaction, and once she nodded, he continued. “Do you remember how you felt when I called you kitten, and you were able to do it with no hands? Did it feel good?”

  “It did. I like when you call me good girl or kitten – it makes me feel good.” Avery tilted her head, and he could see when the realization hit her. “Oh my God, is that why you called me Kitten? You liked when I licked you, and acted like a kitty with you?”

  “I did. But the bigger question here is, did you like it? How did you feel being my kitten for a little while? Did you like cleaning me?”

  Preston stroked her neck and shoulders, as he talked. He always felt guilty admitting to his desires. He loved having a woman become his kitten. With a pretty collar with a bell and a fluffy tail — a tail that could rub, and stroke him while the butt plug filled her bottom hole. Watching his woman crawl around on her hands and knees — the thought alone made his cock harden. He loved to stroke, and pet a woman, and it was even nicer when she was rubbing her body against his legs or kneeling to present her breasts to him.

  Avery’s cheeks turned pink. “I… did like licking you clean. It was weird at first, but then I liked it.”

  “You’ve grown so much in three months; it’s hard to believe that you’re the same person. You’ve become more mature, responsible, and submissive. We can do this more if you like. It would please me, and I’m pretty sure you’d like playing my kitten. You’d find yourself reaching a whole new level of submission when a “kitty weekend” was over. And I want you to know that I have fallen completely in love with you, Avery. I love you no matter what your decision is regarding kitten play. I want you to be mine. My submissive — more than I want a kitty.” He paused, watching her, his heart suddenly pounding, knowing this was a turning point. “Would you like to try?”

  Avery smiled at him, her eyes brightening. “Preston, I love you too!” She threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately. “I’ve been feeling it, but didn’t want to be the first person to say it. I love you too!”

  Preston squeezed her to his chest. “I’m so happy. Love you, Kitten!” He pulled away and held her hands in his. “Now, let’s discuss ‘kitty weekend.’ Is this something you want to do? The decision is entirely up to you and there is no wrong answer. Be honest.”

  Avery chewed on her lip, looking a little concerned. But Preston was willing to wait, and let her come to a decision on her own. No coaxing or forcing. This was a big decision that she needed to make on her own. He loved kitty play, and would love to have her as his kitten for a weekend. His very own kitty who would lick him everywhere. And if his kitty was naughty he would spank her with the pink leather handle on her leash, watching the pink wheals rise around her fluffy tail—

  “Would I sleep in that cage under your bed?” Avery’s eyebrow raised, making him want to kiss it. ”On the pink pillow that says ‘Kitty?’”

  “If that’s something you agree to. Yes, I would love to have you be my pet kitty, and sleep in the special bed — with the pillow I made just for you.”

  Preston stroked her hair, rubbing his hands lightly down her body as he spoke.

  She paused, playing with her finger nails; she was definitely considering it seriously before making a decision, and Preston appreciated that about her. He’d always thought it important to count the cost before diving into something serious.

  Avery sighed, then looked up at him, her eyes bright. “Sir, I would like to be your kitty. Can we do it th
is weekend?”

  * * *

  She did love him. There was a comfort in knowing that she wouldn’t lose him when her servitude was over. At first, her sentence there had seemed worse than jail. Between cleaning, dusting, sorting, labeling, moving things, and then on top of all that, getting paddled daily and weekly for a while. At one point, she was actually hoping to go to jail just so her bottom could recuperate. But once she followed his many rules, and got her work done, it wasn’t so bad. She still hadn’t figured out how to keep her mouth shut though, and still found herself over his knee quite often. But, there was no doubt he enjoyed the sex after these discipline sessions as much as she did.

  She got to the door of the playroom and didn’t have a clue what to do — should she open the door, knock, or just walk in? Just as she raised her hand to knock on the door, Preston opened it.

  “What’re you doing standing at the door, Avery? You know to just walk in.”

  “Well, I don’t know… I wasn’t sure if it was different, or something.”

  Preston grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Nothing is going to happen today that’s going to hurt you or be more than you can handle. If something is confusing you, stop me and ask. If something is beyond what you think you can tolerate, you safe word. What is your safeword, Avery?”

  Avery rolled her eyes, “It’s Poison. You know that!”

  “I wanted you to say it. Now, if something is upsetting or you become upset or afraid you safeword.” Preston held her chin between his thumb and forefinger pausing to reinforce his words. “Otherwise, you trust me to know what you can, and cannot do. It’s the same as every other time we have tried something new. If you get too mouthy, or disobey, you’ll be punished just like other times. Understand?”

  Avery sighed loudly. “It seems like I’m always getting my ass kicked for something — why not have it be the same with kitten play, right? Will the swats be what you would give a kitten? I can handle that. Those would be pretty easy, I’m thinking.”

  Preston tried to hide his smile as he reached around, and swatted her bottom — hard. “First, I would never swat a kitten. So to answer your statement, no, the swats won’t be like that. They will be swats for a grown woman who’s role playing a kitten, and they will be with the pink leather handle of your leash.”