Second Best Ch. 03

Mark knocked on the dining room door before he entered. Who was this man in Mark's body? Knocking on a door inside his own house?

"Come in darling," Lilly called pleasantly, "we're ready for you now." He entered the room carrying a tray - one I'd used countless times to bring him breakfast - at first I thought it transported desserts, but when he set it down I saw I was wrong. And I began to panic.

On the tray was a familiar collection of toys, lubricants and tools. Some I loved, a few I liked, but the one that had me in fight or flight mode was the ball gag. I cannot stand not being able to verbally communicate; anything that prevents that over a prolonged length of time, is something I consider a violation of my hard limit. If he thought for a second that he could get me to wear it because Lilly was a witness and would see me safe word out early he had another thing coming.

"Steph, sweetheart," Lilly was looking into my eyes, mesmerising me, stopping my heart.

"Y-yes, Lilly?" I almost choked on my words, thoughts of the ball gag looming large in my mind.

"I'd like you to take orders from me tonight - not Mark - would you be comfortable with that?"

I nodded once, very deliberately, but opened and closed my mouth a few times in search of the right words before saying, "Yes, but please do not ever gag me."

She surprised me with a wide smile, "Oh sweet, sweet Stephanie, that's not for you my dear." She turned her gaze to Mark, who was smiling excitedly back at her. "I promise that I won't gag you, is there anything else you think I should know?" I shook my head. My heartbeat resumed.

"Very well," she said, leaning back slightly in her chair and surveying the pair of us. "Steph, you will only be taking my instructions this evening, and to ensure that that happens..." She poured water into her wine glass, leaving the words hanging in the air... "To ensure that that happens, Mark needs to be rendered speechless. Gag him."

I looked at Mark, but he was just grinning in encouragement. I picked up my most hated torture device and began to strap the man I adored into it. It felt utterly perverse and wrong to be binding my Dom, my fingers trembled as I fumbled with the adjustments. His eyes twinkled at me as I did so, but then, he does love to make me feel uncomfortable.

"Good girl," The unexpected praise drew another throb from my clit. I love to be called a good girl, especially when I'm doing something very, very bad. "Now strip him. Quickly."

I did as I was bid. Unpicking shirt buttons at a lightning pace. Unbuckling his belt with a satisfying snap. Hauling the fabrics away from his lean, masculine body. He was already hardening, and I resisted the urge to play with his growing length as I slipped his boxers to the ground.

"Perfect," Lilly chimed dreamily, she played sweetly with her red hair as she continued to observe us, "Now I want you to make him rock hard and ready, but without touching his balls or cock." I beamed and nodded at her. This was all a little too easy. I began to trail my fingers sensually over his body, starting at his earlobes, running down his neck, along his collar bones, down his broad shoulders and muscular arms. Then I flattened my palms against his skin, slipping my open hands over his bare chest, down his toned stomach, over the maddeningly sexy lines of his hip bones, to the outsides of his thighs and calves. Next I brought my hands into kitten claws; lightly dragging my finger nails over his back and buttocks to the backs of his thighs. I sunk to the floor before him, gazing up at his impeccable body. He's nicely hard now, but I continue to softly mark the insides of his thighs with my nails for my own enjoyment. I am dripping with excitement, hopeful that Lilly's next command will be to fuck him on the table.

"While you're down there, and since apparently you're so good at it, I'd like you to blow him now Steph," No such luck, but I was still thrilled to oblige, "Mark darling, you must not cum under any circumstances without my express permission." She stood for the first time and smiled wryly, "But then you already knew that." She dragged the chair across the room and sat much closer, without the table to separate her from us. She was close enough to touch.

I cradled Mark's length gently in one hand, stroking him very softly and slowly. The heat of his firm erection was irresistible. I licked my lips, getting them wet and slippery, and then quickly pushed them over the head, my tongue massaging the underside as he entered my mouth. My eyes fell shut to focus my senses on the feel of him. I felt each of his excited twitches against my cheek as I swirled my tongue in leisurely circles around his tip. Tasting the salt of his precum as my tongue flashed across the slit, before I brought him a little deeper into my mouth. Agonisingly slowly I began to slide my small mouth up and down him. Making every tiny motion count. My fingers softly toying with his balls.

Oh, but I hated that gag! So often I'd heard him growl with want while I'd sucked him. He'd grasped my hair and pulled it tight as he neared release. He'd whispered to the heavens that I was a 'good girl' and 'perfect little submissive'. Now he was silent, arms by his sides.

I opened my eyes to check on my surroundings. Beautiful awful Lilly stood behind me with a finger on her red lips, and I knew no matter what I did to Mark he would never make a peep.