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  “Um, I usually bathe nude—most people do—and what surprised you, my cock?”

  Cock. Even the word sounded sexy. Cock. I said it again in my mind. I knew I was bright red and staring at the tent that was now over his lap.

  “I’ve just, well, yeah.”

  “Come on, Mary. You’ve seen a cock before. You have a kid.”

  The funny thing was, I’d never really seen, seen one. The guys were always in and out so fast—even with blow jobs—but Colton’s … When I pulled back the sheet again and saw it in all its glory, it was beautiful.

  I washed his thighs and his knees, his calves and his feet … everything except, well, his glorious cock.

  “Mary?” he asked when I made my second pass, still not touching it. “You’re going to have to touch my cock.”

  Ungh, there was that word again, and it sounded so hot. I decided to just go for it. I took the wash cloth, and began rubbing it up and down his shaft to clean it. I thought I was doing it gently, but he moaned. “Am I hurting you?” I asked, pulling my hand back quickly.

  “No, but fuck, another thirty seconds and I’d need another sponge bath.”

  I had no idea what to say or do, so I just stood there in shock. His eyes clouded, and I saw something I’d never seen before. “Mary, are you a good girl?”

  His words made butterflies erupt in my stomach and seem to fly out from between my legs. “Are you, Mary?” he repeated.

  I don’t know why I responded the way I did, but I said, “Yes.”

  “Then be a good girl and use your hands to help me with this little problem.”

  I’d never actually given a hand job before. I’d used my hand to get a guy hard but never long enough for him to finish. “I, uh … I don’t know what to do.” I felt my cheeks blush.

  “Just like you’ve had been doing, Mary.”

  I trembled as I brought my hand up and down his shaft. “Rub your hand over the head, good girl,” he groaned. I did as he told me and was surprised when fluid leaked from the tip instantly. “It’s been a while,” he said by way of explanation, and warning apparently, because not two minutes later he groaned, “You’re going to want to get a tissue, good girl.”

  I leaned forward to get a tissue from the night stand on the other side of him. I was still jerking him off with one hand, and because it was such a far reach, when I stretched for the tissue, my breast touched the head of his penis. Colton let out a strangled yelp, and before I could even pull back, I felt something warm and wet on my blouse. I stood up quickly, but apparently, he wasn’t finished because several more streams of the warm fluid shot into the air. One landed right in the middle of my shirt, and the other fell onto the back of my hand that was still gripping him firmly.

  “Motherfucker,” he grunted as the last stream shot from his body.

  When it was over, I just stood there, and we stared at each other as I wondered what to do next. I’m not sure what I would have wanted to happen to help break the awkward silence, but the doorbell ringing wasn’t it.

  I quickly ran from Colton’s room and headed to mine. Grabbing a shirt from the laundry basket of clothes that had just come out of the dryer, I pulled it over my head. I then rushed to the door to find Em standing on the porch. Because she wanted to see Colton, I invited her in, of course. However, I was slightly concerned because when I’d left him, he’d been nude and laying in a bit of a mess.

  We got to Colton’s room and I was relieved to see he had mostly covered himself, though his one leg was sticking out, and it was obvious he was nude. Em didn’t stay long, talking a bit about the business and how they were helping clients, then just about things in general. It was only after she left that I realized my top was on inside out. I hoped she hadn’t noticed.

  Keeping to myself the rest of the day, I only checked on him briefly. I brought him dinner and asked if he needed anything before bed, and when he smirked at me, I blushed at how my offer sounded.

  The next morning when I came in he had that dark, lusty look on his face, and he was sitting up a bit more than he had been the previous day.

  “Mary, I’m sorry about what happened yesterday. I am a very sexual man, and I hadn’t had an orgasm in weeks when I am accustomed to having them several times a day.”

  I smiled at his apology. I hadn’t thought about how hard it would be for him to quit cold turkey as he was forced to do. “It’s all right.”

  “Well, I will still need to come twice a day. You will help, of course, won’t you, Mary?” His words shocked me, but for some reason, I nodded my head. “And so you don’t get any on your shirt, you shall perform topless.”

  My eyes were wide; I hadn’t nodded, but he also hadn’t even asked it in the form of a question. I had no idea what power he held over me, but the next thing I knew, I was tugging the pale blue tank top I’d been wearing up and over my head.

  “Good girl. Begin.”

  Standing there in just shorts and a bra, I moved the blankets back and saw he was already erect. I closed my eyes and began to move my hand over it. “Spit into your hand, Mary, or get some lubrication. There is some in the nightstand.”

  I didn’t want to stop stroking him, so I just spit into my hand and continued. I loved the way it felt—soft and hard at the same time. Like before, it didn’t take long, but I was definitely more prepared. Stroking it quickly, I brought him to orgasm, catching most of his come in a tissue. There was only a little to wipe off his thigh. He was smiling when I looked at him.

  “You know, Mary, I could return the favor.” I don’t know how bright red my face got, but I felt like I was going to burst into flames. I rushed from the room and didn’t come back in until lunch.

  He didn’t mention what happened this morning and neither did I. We decided to watch a movie in his room, and it was a nice way to spend the afternoon. Dinner was normal, too. It was right before bed when he called me in that things changed for us again.

  “Remove your top,” he said when I stepped through the door with his nighttime medication. “And this time, you will remove your bra as well. I think it will help the process if I can watch your breasts bounce and jiggle while you jerk me off.”

  I don’t know why I blindly did what he asked, but I slipped the T-shirt over my head and removed my bra. He stared at me, making me blush. His eyes were trained on my nipples which pebbled instantly.

  Wanting to take the attention off of myself, I reached for his cock and began stroking again. “Fuck, Mary, you are so good,” he moaned as I moved my hand up and down his hard shaft. His hand moved to my chest, and he grazed the underside of each breast with his fingertips. When they finally came in contact with my nipples, I hissed, and his cock twitched in my hand. “You know, when I’m better, I’m going to fuck these tits.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. He came within minutes of his remark.

  Every day was like that, with us getting to know each other on a friendly level, but in the morning and evening, things got hotter and hotter. After the first few times, I was always topless so he could play with my breasts. Then he began to caress my ass as well, and within a week, he was fingering my pussy while I jerked him off. The funny thing was, his fingers felt better inside of me than any of the guys I’d fucked. It was clear, he was a professional.

  Not much changed in our routine until the doctor came out to the house to check on Colton. It had been three weeks, and he was given a less restrictive cast. He was also able to leave the bed briefly, though he still needed crutches.

  That evening when I came in, he was sitting up a bit more and asked me if I’d like to change things up a bit.

  “What do you mean?” I questioned, already removing my shirt.

  “I’d like you on the bed with me. Your pussy smells delicious, and I’ve licked my fingers clean, but I’d like to drink from the source. Please come here and straddle my face so I can enjoy you. You can still jerk me off, but if you’re feeling generous, I’d love to feel your mouth on me, as well.”r />
  He’d said it like it was a request, but as always, I did as he asked, wanting so much to please him. After removing my panties, I climbed on top of him, careful not to hurt his ribs. “Give me that pussy,” he moaned, pulling me to his face. His mouth was phenomenal. I’d never been eaten like that. Usually, when a guy did it, it was just for a moment to say we were even for the fifteen minute, jaw-breaking blow job I’d just given him. But with Colton, it was like he was really enjoying it.

  I enjoyed sucking his cock, too, but I loved it even more when he exploded in my mouth. As I moved to get off when he’d finished, he held my hips. “Did I say I was done?” he growled and continued licking. It wasn’t long before he brought me over the edge, causing me to come all over his face. I had to give him a sponge bath afterward, though he said he didn’t mind.

  That became our new routine until two weeks later when he was able to be up and moving around freely. He no longer needed me to jerk him off or blow him. I was actually disappointed when I came into his room one morning for our usual session and he was sitting up in bed. He had a smaller cast on his leg, and his rib cast had been removed.

  “Uh, I guess you don’t need me anymore,” I said with a smile, though it was forced.

  “That is not true. Now you will strip nude and kneel for me.”

  I stared at him in shock. “What? Why?”

  “You know why, Mary,” he said in a flat tone, and he was right; deep down, I did. “You are a naughty girl, but a good girl. You are going to be my new submissive—my fuck toy.”

  His words should have offended me, but instead I was turned on. I removed all of my clothing and knelt at his feet without question. I’d thought about being a submissive many times over the past year, ever since Violet had told me about her and Em. It sounded wonderful, and it seemed I was going to get to experience it for myself.

  I knelt there for him as he walked slowly around me. He’d seen me nude before, yet he made me feel like it was the first time. He inspected my back, breasts, legs, pussy, ass, and mouth.

  “You will do,” he said finally. It was funny because it didn’t sound like a compliment, yet I took it as one. My heart raced. “For weeks, you have been serving me, submitting to me, but only partially. Today, I will claim you fully as mine.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I replied.

  “If you want me to stop, you will say ‘ambulance.’”

  “Yes, Sir,” I answered again.

  “Good girl. First, I will test your body to see how many of my punishments you can take, then, when I feel like it, I will fuck you.” His words, though degrading, somehow excited me. I didn’t speak as he hadn’t asked me to.

  “I can’t get to my playroom yet, so this room will do. Bend over my bed. Show me that pretty little ass.”

  I moved to the bed and bent over it. My face was pressed into the mattress for what felt like an eternity. I could feel him behind me, but he didn’t touch me.

  A minute went by, then two. Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I heard a whooshing sound and his hand came in contact with my ass. I screamed out in surprise and pain.

  “You will say, ‘One, thank you, Master.’”

  I repeated his words, “One, thank you, Master.”

  “Good girl,” he said and proceeded to slap me again.

  “Two, thank you, Master.”

  He spanked me again and again. When I got to ten and thanked him, he stopped, but only for a moment.

  “Now for the flogger. You will count and thank me again.” The next thing I knew, what felt like little tails were slapping my ass.

  “ONE!” I screamed, then took a breath. “Thank you, Master.”

  The flogger bit into me again, and I thought I’d never make it to ten, but unlike his hand, he was slower with these strikes. And with the longer wait between blows, it gave me a chance to settle into it. I was surprised that, by the time we reached eight, it started to feel good, and at ten, I was a bit disappointed it was over.

  “Good girl,” Colton praised me.

  I heard him set down the flogger, and I wondered if he was going to hit me with something else, but when he did touch me again, it was just his hands caressing my ass. He rubbed it gently, and before long, any pain that was there dissipated.

  “How do you feel, Mary?” he asked, his hand still on my ass.

  “Good,” I replied, and I was surprised at how low and calm my voice was.

  “You remember your safe word, right?”

  I nodded, wondering if I would need him to stop. After all, it had been over a year since I’d had sex. He slid his fingers to my dripping-wet pussy and pressed one into me. I moaned at the feeling. “I’m going to take you now,” he said, and I felt his soft head press against my entrance once he removed his finger.

  Slowly, he pushed into me, and my moan turned into a mewl. His breathing, which had been low and steady, hitched. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled in my ear. “So fucking tight.”

  He held still inside of me for a while, just breathing in my ear. I wasn’t sure if this was part of BDSM, or if he was just being kind and letting me adjust to his size. He took several deep breaths then began moving.

  It was heavenly. I realized he was literally a professional, but damn, I had no idea it could be this good. His tempo was perfect, pushing me right to the edge and holding me there. And his fingers seemed to know exactly the right things to do and when.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, he granted me permission to come, and I had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. He only paused for a moment before starting once more. The second time, there was less teasing, and when I got close, he once again allowed my release, that time coming with me.

  He pulled out and spun me around, pressing me to the ground. “Clean off the mess you made of my cock.” I was surprised to see my come coating his cock. Doing as he asked, I opened my mouth and took him in, cleaning his semi-erect member.

  After a few minutes, he pulled himself from my mouth and spoke. “You served me well, little one,” he said, stroking my cheek. I loved the words of praise and the feeling they brought me.

  As if reading my mind, he spoke. “Did you like serving me, little one?”

  “Oh, yes, Master,” I responded.

  “Good, then we shall do it again tomorrow.”

  Chapter 2

  Colton

  Mary was perfect; she was a submissive, and she was living in my house with me. It had started so innocently with a hand job, but the next thing I knew, she was kneeling for me in my bedroom. She’d knelt for me the entire week, and each session was better than the previous one. She was a quick learner, and before I knew it, she was serving me better than any submissive I’d ever had.

  Each day, I grew a bit stronger and our sessions could last longer, but the downside was that as my strength increased, I needed Mary less and less. In fact, about two months after my accident, the in-home nurse had just finished her last visit. She’d wished me well and suggested I get out of the house for a bit on some short trips. I’d put that off because I’d not wanted to burst the fragile bubble we lived in.

  It was with a heavy heart that Mary and I left the house the first time. She had suggested a trip over to see Violet and Em, and it seemed like a great first outing.

  “Before we go, I want to use you,” I said as we ate breakfast. I loved how, even though it had been a dozen times, Mary’s cheeks turned bright pink. “And I’m going to use all of you today.”

  Her eyes were as wide as saucers because she knew exactly what I was talking about. Earlier in the the week, I’d tried out an anal plug, and though it was no bigger than a thumb, she responded well to it. Today, I wanted to actually take her that way.

  When breakfast was finished, I had her kneeling for me in my bedroom. “Are you ready to please me?” I asked as she waited in the inspection position: head down, ass up.

  I loved inspecting her body. She’d end up so wet that I often would
drag out the process just so I could get her beyond horny and completely ready for me.

  “Show me your asshole,” I commanded, and she brought her hands to her ass, then pulled her cheeks apart. “So beautiful,” I said, spitting on it. I then pressed a pre-lubed plug into her tight hole.

  Her whimper was delicious and made my cock rock hard. “I want to spank you now. Not because you’ve been bad, but because you are mine to use, and that’s what I want to do. Put your hands on your head.”

  As she did what I ordered, I brought my palm down on her ass cheek. She yelped and moaned, letting me know she was thoroughly enjoying it. I only spanked her for a few minutes, partially because she was calm and relaxed, but mostly because I couldn’t wait to get my cock into that tight asshole.