kiss on the top of her head and gathered her in close. Despite having no relationship outside of the club—well, not up until now—there was something about this little sub which just got to him every time.
Several minutes slid by as he held her, breathing in the essence of Thea’s musky scent. She would be aroused by the caning, he knew that with bone-deep certainty, and so very fuckable. A punishment always had that effect on her and his cock was issuing its own insistent response to the promise of what the rest of their evening held. But he wasn’t led by his dick. Well, not as a rule. First, he had an agenda.
“Let me pass you your tea.”
“Mmm, thank you, Sir.” She squirmed against his chest.
Tony eased her onto the sofa. “Lie on your stomach. I’ll get the cream too.”
He placed the teacup within easy reach on a low side table, and proceeded to re-position her across his lap. The blanket was discarded to lie in an untidy heap on the floor as he traced the still-vivid marks on her bum and thighs.
“Do you know how beautiful this is, Thea?”
“I think I do, Sir. At least, I hope so.”
“You know so.”
She shook her head. “I’m not sure what I know, any more.”
“Oh? Shall I tell you what I know then?” He uncapped the tube of anti-inflammatory cream and dispensed a generous line onto his fingertips.
“I’m not sure I want to hear this.”
“Oblige me anyway. Are you listening, Thea?”
She turned her head toward him, her expression one of surprise. “Of course.”
“I mean really listening. Taking in what I’m saying to you.”
“I… think so, Sir. Oh, that's cold.”
Tony smoothed cream into the delicate skin of her buttocks, massaging slowly, gently as the salve was absorbed.
“Wimp. Stop wriggling. So, where was I? Ah, right. What do I know, about you?” He paused, she seemed disinclined to add any further comments so he continued. “One, you’re a sweet, responsive little subbie. Incredibly sexy, and something of a pain slut on the quiet. I look forward to our scenes, and I’ve pushed you hard in the months we’ve played together. I’ve challenged your boundaries and mine. You have courage, an inner confidence that I’ve watched grow over the time I’ve known you, and an almost limitless capacity to trust. Does this sound like you, Thea?”
He squeezed out another helping of cream and proceeded to apply it to her left thigh, relishing the almost imperceptible shiver that ran through her slim body at his touch. She was hurting, and loving the pain. And concentrating hard on his words. He waited for her response.
“I used to be much more nervous, that’s true. Before I met you. I do trust you. Completely.”
Ah, important progress.
“Nervous how? About your kink, about being submissive? Or more generally?” He took care to keep his tone low and even. He wanted to coax more from her.
“About being a submissive, I suppose. I mean, I always knew, from being quite young, but it has only been in the last year or so that I’ve been able to properly enjoy it. And that’s mostly because of you. I tried with other Dom's once or twice but it felt all wrong. I couldn’t relax. But with you it’s different. It always was, right from that first time. I…like you.”
“I like you too. Very much. Do you still scene with any other Doms, Thea?”
He knew the answer to that one, but wanted to hear her acknowledge it. Since meeting Thea his own appetite for playing with other submissives had waned considerably, but there had been no suggestion of exclusivity in their relationship. He suspected that was another thing that was about to change.
“No, of course not. Only you, Sir.”
“Why of course not? You only wear my collar on those evenings we’re together.”
“I don’t want to. I couldn’t. Another Dom might, might… I just don’t. That’s all.”
“Okay. Good. I’ve played with different subs, but not recently. And I’m happy to keep it that way. Just you, for as long as we both agree that’s what we want. Do we have a deal?”
“I’d like that, Sir. Thank you. Will I get to wear your collar all the time now?”
“Would you like to?” Tony held his breath. He hadn’t anticipated this, but now the subject had come up he was remarkably relaxed at the prospect. A collared sub was a responsibility to be sure, and implied a long-term commitment but he believed Thea would be worth it. It was