Page 11 of Under His Command
“What a good girl. So sweet and eager to please me. But I do think something’s missing. Do you know what it is?”
I shake my head against the pillow.
“Take off my belt.”
“M-Me?” I whimper. I don’t think I feel confident enough to do that.
His hand comes to the top of my head, caressing my hair in gentle strokes.
“Take off my belt, angel. Don’t make me ask again.”
I gulp, getting up higher against the headboard as I pull the leather strap through his belt loops with trembling hands.
“Around your pretty neck now.”
I hesitate initially, but I’m not about to call out my safe word just yet. Not until I get a real taste of him—until I know what he’s really made of.
“Just like that. Here, let me help you,” he says, the warmth of his hands against my sensitive skin as he works the strap through the buckle, fastening it as tight as it can go around my neck. It’s already hard to breathe, but the forceful sensation is doing something to me… it’s making my body come alive for him.
“Rowan…” I utter, my eyes open wide from struggling to breathe as he smiles down on me.
“Tell me your safe word, and I’ll remove it right now.”
It’s not easy, but after calming myself down, I manage to take back control of my lungs, even under the pressure of the belt. So I just shake my head, feeling my pussy drip with arousal across my thighs.
“No? Then let’s get you out of bed. On your knees.”
Like a genie newly released from a bottle, I obey my new master, draping my legs over the edge of the bed and lowering myself to the floor until my knees feel the hardness of the boards.
Rowan takes the leftover belt hanging around my neck, pulling it up like a leash, until it tightens just a bit more on my flesh. My pussy pulses at the action, and I try to hide my blush by lowering my gaze.
“I’m going to go into the kitchen. And you’re going to crawl, following me around, until I get you some sweet relief for your aching little cunt. Is that understood?”
“Y-Yes. Yes, sir,” I mutter. I don’t know why I addressed him like that, but I don’t dare call out his name again. I expected a lot of the man who has haunted my dreams for so long, but this? I never expected him to be so intense. So… in control, and sure of himself.
He starts walking, tugging on the leash just enough to get my knees moving. I get down on my hands, lifting my gaze to see the backs of his suited thighs walking in front of me. I’m so wet, I can feel the normal air temperature caressing my pussy through the drenched panties as if it’s ten degrees cooler than it actually is. It’s a small relief, but I need so much more than air caressing me against my throbbing clit.
Reaching the open-space kitchen feels like an eternity and a half. But when we do, Rowan opens the door to the freezer, pulling out a small tray of ice. He flips it up, making the cubes fall flat onto his opened palm before he closes the door and turns to face me.
“Open,” he commands, pointing an ice cube at my mouth.
I stick my tongue out, but he doesn’t immediately place it there. Instead, he just looks at me for a few moments with that same hunger flashing in his eyes.
“So fucking pretty. I could watch you like this forever.”
I smile at the praise, my tongue still out as saliva builds up in my mouth. I want to close it, but I don’t think I’m allowed yet.
“Now,” he says, placing the first ice cube in my mouth. It’s cold and wet, and I can already feel it melting, droplets of water sliding down along the sides of my tongue.
He lets go of the leash he improvised, and brings his index finger under my chin, lifting it up.
“Hold this in your mouth while you crawl to the couch. You’ll have to be fast. Because if it melts before I get to push it inside your pussy, you’ll give me no choice but to spank that beautiful ass. Do you understand?”
“Yesh,” I say, the word slipping out awkwardly past my opened lips.
“Good girl,” he smiles, then lets go of my chin.
I close my mouth, rushing to the couch that’s only a few feet away from us. He wants to… spank me? God. What is this man made of? And how is he making my pussy pulse with just his words and nothing else?
