Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,11
she gasped her delight. Tony normally preferred to make his subs wait, he liked them to earn their orgasms, but not on this occasion. He wanted to please this lovely little sub and he knew she craved this. He slid two fingers into her hot, wet pussy, and she started to convulse. He added a third finger, and knew the instant he located her G spot. Her body jerked violently and she squeezed hard as her inner walls contracted. She was close, almost there. He rubbed, murmured something obscene into her ear, and she came.
Afterwards she lay still, a half smile on her lovely lips. It was an intimate moment, and Tony brushed his mouth over hers. She opened her eyes, beamed at him.
“Thank you, Sir. That was perfect.”
In Tony’s view it was Thea who was perfect. He’d thought so then, and nothing that had happened between them since had altered that opinion. He wanted her, now more than ever. All of her. The question was, how?
*****
Tony sipped his iced water and checked his watch for the third time. Twenty past ten, and still no sign of Thea. She had never been late before, she knew that would be disrespectful and her Dom would not tolerate it. Although Tony knew full well that their encounter in his office two days earlier would have changed everything in Thea’s thinking, certainly her frantic reaction gave that impression, their previously agreed arrangement still stood as far as he was concerned. Neither of them had texted the other to change or cancel it. She should be here.
He waited another ten minutes before pulling out his phone and tapping in a curt text.
Where are you, sub?
He hit send, then laid the phone on the low table in front of him as he waited for her response. She didn’t keep him waiting long.
You knew I wasn’t coming. I told you it was over.
He waited a further fifteen minutes before typing his reply.
You left halfway through our conversation. This is not over. I want to talk to you. You should be here.
The reply was almost instant.
I apologise, Sir. But I can't. Not any more. I’m sorry
Tony waited just couple of minutes before sending his response.
Phone me. Now.
Five minutes passed. He rapped his finger tips on the table, his concern growing. Thea was a spirited sub, she took careful handling, but she was usually obedient. She certainly understood the concept of ‘now’ and would be under no illusion what that meant. It didn't mean take your time and phone me when you get around to it. He needed to bring her back into line, and he knew her well enough to be aware that her head would be all over the place by now. She had defied him, whether intentionally or not. She was doing it still, and she’d be in knots over it.
The phone rang after eleven minutes.
“Hello, Thea. You took your time.”
“I know, Sir. I’m sorry. I just, I needed to think, to work out what I have to say.”
“I see. And what do you have to say, Thea?”
“I should have let you know I wasn’t going to be there tonight. I assumed you’d realise, after what happened, and I, I…”
“Tell me, Thea.”
“I didn't want to make contact with you.”
“Why’s that, Thea?”
“You scare me.”
Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and Tony knew he had to reach her. He was also reasonably certain that it was the circumstances that had frightened her, not him. Thea viewed him with healthy respect which had built over the months they’d scened together. It was the cornerstone of their D/s relationship, and in turn he cherished her trust. She wasn’t scared of him, but he could easily see that in her current confusion she might think this.
“I want to see you. Now.”
“But, it’s late. I’m not dressed. And, I don't want to go to the club.”
He noted with satisfaction that she was querying the details, but not refusing to see him. “Where do you live, Thea?”
“I, I prefer not to say, Sir.”
“Okay. I’m going to text you my home address. I want you to text me straight back and tell me how long it will take you to get there.”
“You want me to come to your house? Tonight?”
“I do. Now. No getting dressed, just come as you are. Immediately. Any questions?”
There was a slight pause, then. “No, Sir. Text me the details please.”
*****
Tony opened the door as soon as he heard the tyres crunching across the gravel in his driveway.