A Beautiful Instrument

44: Hot and Cold

I have never been shy in bed, but I would never call myself dominating. I know there's a whole culture of BDSM, and I don't know the half of what it takes to be a mistress. I'm just looking forward to taking charge of our pleasure tonight and making Jeremy feel good.

He is quiet in the car on the way home. I stroke his leg and toss him an occasional sideways glance. Finally, I have to ask. "Everything okay, Jer?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just lost in thought." He mutters.

"Time to get you home so you don't have to think anymore...just feel." As I say this, I run my hand up his leg and grab his crotch. He smiles mischievously and reaches over to grope my breast.

I swat his hand away. "Did I say you could touch me?"

"No, but it's my birthday." He insists.

"Then, ask if you can touch."

He smiles, playing along. "May I touch you?"

I prompt him. "May I touch you..."

"Mistress Leigh?" He says.

"Yes, but only until we get out of the car." I give in.

He slides his hand inside my thin tank and into the cup of my bra. My nipples harden the second his calloused fingertips brush gently over the supple skin of the swell of my breast. As he rubs and tweaks, I kiss his hand. By the time we get home, we're both revved up.

"Are you sure I have to stop touching you once we leave the car?" He pants.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you when you can touch me again. Now, hands to yourself." I direct him. I walk in front of him up the stairs, wiggling my ass in my tight jeans. I know he won't resist a squeeze and right on time, he reaches out and cups my ass as we near the landing.

I turn on him and take him by surprise when I pin him against the wall with my body. He goes to hold me and I firmly grip his throat, not squeezing, but letting him know I'm in charge. He keeps his hands extended, but not touching me and I feel him gulp under my touch.

"You really want to be punished, don't you?" I ask him in a low threatening tone.

"Maybe." I squeeze his throat and little tighter and then drop to my knees. His eyes widen as he tries to pull me back up. "Leigh! What the hell are you doing?! We're in the middle of the stairwell. We could get caught. We could...ahhh."

He shuts up as I take him out of his pants and right into my hot mouth. I look up and he has his head tilted back, eyes closed, teeth biting his bottom lip. He goes to put his hands in my hair and push them away. I run my hand up under his shirt and rake my fingernails over the ridges of his abs.

He squirms, letting out a harsh breath and glancing down at me. "You're driving me crazy, Leigh."

I drop him from my mouth and grab his balls. He groans. "Oh, fuck."

"I'm sorry. If you aren't going to address me correctly, these poor things are going to be so blue." I warn.

A door on the floor above opens. Jeremy goes to put himself away, but I refuse to let go of him. "Please, Mistress Leigh."

I smile and release him, giving him a boop on the nose. I turn and walk up the stairs, glancing back over my shoulder and winking at him. He's flustered as he takes a deep breath and eagerly follows.

We step inside the door and I grab the satin eye mask I hung on the door handle. "Take off your clothes, put this on, and wait for me in the middle of the bedroom."

He eagerly takes the mask. "Yes, Mistress Leigh."

"Wait." He turns back around. I pull him to me and trace my tongue over his lips before kissing him hard. "I needed to reward you for learning. Now go before I break character and ask you to take me over the back of the couch."