His eyes flew up to mine. “Yes, Master.”
I liked how he easily referred to me that way. While I hadn’t given him much of a choice, I had been testing him. He could’ve told me it made him uncomfortable, but he hadn’t.
“I’d like for you to get the list and sit at the table. No matter what happens, I do not want you to look up from that paper. Understood?”
“Yes.” He jumped to his feet. “Yes, Master.”
It took him a minute to get the papers from his bag and I waited for him to take a seat at the table. I watched Clarissa as she watched me. I was sure she had some idea of what I intended to do.
“Are you worried, sunshine?” I asked her.
“No … Master,” she said obediently.
And damn but I loved hearing that from her mouth. I made sure she saw the approval in my eyes.
“Good. Now I want you to go to the restroom and remove your bra and panties. You will not be allowed to wear them for the remainder of today.”
“Yes, Master.”
“You may go.”
Clarissa got to her feet and walked toward the back of plane, her cute little ass swaying as she did.
I sipped my wine and watched as Troy stayed focused on the papers in front of him. I knew it would be hard for him not to look my way. I found that a lot of submissives often had a hard time focusing when they were given a direct order. But I was interested in his willpower.
Clarissa returned a few minutes later carrying her bra and panties in one hand. The short, white pleated skirt she had on concealed her lack of panties, and the black, sleeveless, button-down silk shirt didn’t reveal much of her perky breasts. I knew it wouldn’t, which was one of the reasons I’d decided to have her remove her bra. I wanted to know how far Clarissa was willing to go. I was still mindful of what Xander had told me, as well as the fact that she hadn’t outlined any limits whatsoever.
“You may put them in your purse,” I told her when she came to stand in front of me. “Then I want you to come over here and sit on my lap.”
With almost perfect precision, Clarissa did as she was told. After stowing her underthings, she walked over to me and waited until I moved my knees closer together before she started to turn.
“Facing me, pet,” I corrected. “Straddle me.”
She placed one knee on the side of my thighs and took up her position on my lap, her skirt settling over her thighs.
This was right where I wanted her to be. At my mercy.
“Unbutton your blouse.”
I took a sip of my wine before setting it on the table while Clarissa slowly slipped each button free. Her eyes were on my face as she did.
When she finished unbuttoning her blouse, Clarissa’s hands fell to her sides. She was the perfect submissive. Waiting for instruction.
“Now open your blouse. Let me see those pretty breasts.”
She peeled the silk back, the fabric whispering over her skin as she unveiled her perky tits to my hungry gaze. Luckily, when it came to this, I was a patient man. I had something specific in store for this particular submissive.
I gave Troy a cursory glance, checking to ensure he was doing as I asked. His eyes were riveted on the papers in front of him, but I wasn’t sure he was seeing the words. He was following my instructions at least.
“Now cup them,” I commanded. “And offer them to me.”
My cock was fully erect at this point, pressing insistently at the juncture between Clarissa’s thighs. No way could she miss it.
“Such pretty pink nipples, pet. Would you like my mouth on them?”
“Yes, Master,” she said on a breathless whisper. Her eyes were hooded, her desire apparent.
“First I want you to reach into my left pocket and pull out the gift I have for you.”
Her gaze dropped as she reached down and slipped her hand into my pocket. When Clarissa retrieved the item, her eyes widened.
“Do you know what those are, sunshine?”
“Nipple clamps.”
“Very good. And your nipples are going to look very pretty with them on.” I took the clamps from her hand. “Now offer yourself to me once more.”
Her hands curled under her small but luscious breasts as she lifted them up, holding them there for my mouth.
“Sit up straight.”
Her back straightened as I leaned in and glided my tongue over her left nipple. The rosy tip instantly pebbled. I did the same to the right, watching as it puckered sweetly.
“Do you like your nipples played with?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You do not have my permission to move, nor can you touch me. But feel free to be as loud as you’d like.”
I gave in to my own need to feel her smooth skin against my tongue. I sucked her left nipple between my lips, then surrounded her areola and sucked her fully into my mouth. The soft moan that escaped her had my cock longing for freedom. But this wasn’t about me right now. It was about bringing her as much pleasure as I possibly could. And while I knew she would enjoy me fucking her, Clarissa wasn’t quite ready for that.
