Chapter 9

9

Connor

Dinner with Mistress Julie was good, and it made getting alone in a room with her even better. They'd been texting regularly for the past week, but it wasn't the same as sitting down and having a conversation over a meal.

He really did like her. Liked hearing her talk and, even more importantly, liked talking to her. Which wasn't something he always did a lot of. But she was easy to talk to, and somehow, she kept drawing the conversation out of him. The only part he hadn't liked was hearing how Law had given her a hard time.

Why Law would think that she wouldn't take care of him was beyond Connor. More than that, he felt uncomfortable knowing Law had tried to tell her what to do. He didn't really know what to do with that. Especially because he knew they were close friends as well, and he didn't want to cause trouble between them.

Even with Julie's reassurances, he still felt like he should say something to Law.

However, he had more important things to focus on right now.

He'd been in the shoe room before, but he hadn't ever used any of the equipment. Tonight, there was also a large square frame taking up space in the center of it. The walls were lined with shoes, and on one end of the room was a throne that was actually a queening chair. Connor felt a little shiver go down his spine as he looked at it.

He'd always wondered what it would be like to be under that chair.

Was that what Mistress Julie was planning tonight?

Did he hope so?

"I was thinking tonight we'd maybe play with some foot worship, just to see how you feel about it, and then move on to flogging and… see where the night goes," Mistress Julie said, her voice lilting up suggestively as she walked around in front of him, sauntering toward the throne.

The word ‘flogging' made his skin tingle. Foot worship he wasn't so sure about, but he was willing to try. He had a feeling he'd like just about anything, as long as he was doing it with her.

She sighed as she sat down on the throne. For the first time, Connor noticed there was a basin full of water at the base of it, just off to the side.

"I love these heels, but they do not always love me back," she said as she lifted one dainty foot, examining the high heel almost mournfully. She looked up at him. "What do you think?"

Connor moved forward, feeling a little awkward, but she smiled as he moved, and that helped. He knelt at her feet, which felt more natural than he would have expected. Kneeling wasn't something he did often, but with where she was sitting and where he ended up, she was actually now looking down on him.

His cock stirred.

Yeah. He liked this position. At her feet.

However, he didn't think it was her feet that were doing it for him. It was just the simple act of kneeling down.

As if she could hear his thoughts, Mistress Julie reached out and ran her fingers through his hair. Connor sighed, closing his eyes and bending his head so she could touch it as much as she wanted. All the stress of the day felt like it was draining away, giving him a release of tension as a good massage would.

And all she'd done was have him kneel and touched his hair.

Nails slid down against the back of his neck and around his ear. With the way he was sitting, his legs were in front of him, bent, and he felt the heels of her shoes as she rested her feet on his thighs. He leaned forward between her legs, feeling her breasts touch the top of his head as she ran her nails down his neck and back up.

It was… peaceful. Despite his arousal. Which was something he never felt in the club. Normally, he was anxious, worried about what someone might need from him, what they might ask of him, that he might get something wrong, that he might disappoint his partner…

But Mistress Julie would tell him what she wanted from him. She would let him know if he was doing anything wrong. There were no expectations of him other than to do what she wanted, when she wanted it, and she would let him know what and when. Right now, she wanted to sit on the throne and stroke his hair with her feet resting on his thighs, and that was good enough for him. The longer they sat there, the more he relaxed.

Well, everything except his cock.

A part of him was enjoying being aroused and doing absolutely nothing with it.

He didn't know how long they sat there before she shifted again, her fingers sliding through his hair, then gripping rather than coming out. A shiver went down his spine, and his cock jerked against the inside of his pants as she tilted his head back to look at her. Her dark, liquid eyes were like pools of calm as her gaze met his, and he felt like sighing again, but it was too difficult with his head pulled back.

"My feet hurt, Connor. I want you to wash them and give them a massage." She smiled as she said it, so he knew she wasn't mad that they'd taken time to just sit.

The time had let him sink into a new headspace, and he felt oddly peaceful as he smiled back at her.

"Yes, Mistress."

Kink had always seemed to be about sex, and it wasn't that he wasn't aroused, but right now, he felt like it was less about the sex and more about serving her. About giving her what she wanted. Which was what he wanted. Knowing exactly what to do made him feel settled, sure of himself.

Easing the shoes off her feet, he placed them beside the basin, which he then carefully lifted up onto his lap, placing it between his thighs. The water sloshed a bit but didn't spill over. Beside the basin was a washcloth and a small bottle of soap. Once he had the basin on his lap and had put her feet in it, he reached down to pick up the cloth and soap.

Mistress Julie sighed happily as her feet soaked, her fingers playing with his hair again. The water must have been very hot when it was placed in here, because it was still warm, and he was sure it felt good on her feet. He hoped he could make it feel even better.

Wetting the cloth, he squirted some soap onto it and rubbed the sides of the cloth together to create a lather. It smelled like lavender, and inhaling it was putting him in almost a meditative state. Picking up one of Mistress Julie's feet, he started to scrub, working his fingers against the soles of her feet to massage as he did so.

Was he into feet? Not really. Was he aroused because he was getting to do something for Mistress Julie that made her moan?

Hell, yeah.

Julie

Connor could give her a foot massage any day of the week. In fact, she was starting to think maybe she should demand it. His hands were huge, strong, and surprisingly gentle, though he seemed to have a knack for knowing exactly where to dig his fingers in to massage her soles. The slippery water and soap added to the experience, and he expertly washed and massaged her feet until she wanted to sink into a happy little melty puddle of contentment.

She was also squirming in her seat a little because she was enjoying his service. He was utterly intent, so focused on her feet, he didn't even glance up at her—and she didn't think it was because he was that into her feet. It had more to do with his determination to make her feel good, and he was using her feet to do so.

And it felt really damn good.

"Oh…" She sighed out the word as he hit a particularly sore spot.

Sometimes, when she was wearing her heels, she wondered who the real masochist was. They looked fantastic, but the older she got, the more of a number they did on her feet.

Opening her eyes, she looked down, watching him as he reverently handled her.

She wiggled her toes at him.

"Do you want to try kissing them?" It wasn't her thing, but it might be his. She could tell he was enjoying himself. Even if he wasn't into feet, he seemed to be the type who would be into body worship. It might not necessarily matter what part for that.

He tilted his head like he was considering it.

"Do you want me to?"

The uncertainty in his voice made her realize he needed a little more direction. He didn't sound necessarily interested, but he wasn't repelled, either.

"Why don't you try it and see what happens." It was more a suggestion than an order, in case he wanted to back out, but she didn't think he would. Connor tilted his head, lifting her foot up to his mouth. It was reminiscent of their first night together, with him under the table, yet entirely different.

Meeting her gaze, he kissed it right on the arch rather than the toe. With their eyes locked, there was something achingly intimate about the moment as he kissed her foot. Julie sucked in a breath as her insides quivered in response. His hot breath washed over her skin as he lifted his mouth away and moved it up toward her ankle, his lips coming down to press against the soft skin just underneath it.

Oh my.

Lifting her other foot, he turned his head to repeat the kisses, leaving the first foot resting lightly against his chest, his big hand still wrapped around her leg just above the ankle. Julie squirmed, pressing her thighs together at the unexpected tingles of pleasure that climbed up her legs.

She hadn't expected to enjoy this as much as she did.

Some of it was the physical sensation. The spots he was touching, kissing, were far more sensitive than she'd realized they would be. A big part of it was having a huge man at her feet, kissing them so worshipfully, his hands gently wrapped around her legs… not quite abasing himself for her, but certainly putting himself in her hands.

The heady thrill of power was exactly why domination had called to her.

"Kiss up my legs," she demanded, flexing her toes against his chest.

Connor's eyes lit up. He reached down to move the basin to the side out of his way, then started doing exactly what she'd requested.

Again, similar to their first date when he'd gone under the table, but entirely different. This time, she could watch him, and he had room to move. It was worth watching. She almost regretted not being able to the first time. At least she was getting a do-over where she got to play the part of voyeur.

He was just so damn big, yet so gentle. So eager to please.

His mouth moved up her legs with his hands, her skirt falling back as she spread her thighs, tilting her hips forward to meet him. Soft, sweet kisses up the inner skin of her thighs left a little path of pleasure before she lifted herself up so he could take off her underwear before draping her legs over his shoulders.

The fabric of her skirt fell back, pooling around her hips, exposing her from the waist down. This time, she could see the expression on his face before he buried it between her thighs. She could see the way his eyes lit up, the hunger that filled them.

"Good boy," she murmured as his mouth reached her pussy, leaning back on the throne to give him full access. Big hands cupped her bottom, pulling her forward a little more, her legs resting easily on his broad shoulders. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she held him in place as he started to feast, shuddering with the pleasure that bloomed so quickly thanks to his talented tongue. "Oh, yes…"

At some point, they might use the queening throne the way it was meant to be used, but right now, she was perfectly happy with what he was doing. Her toes curled, heels digging into his shoulders as his tongue moved, sliding through the slick folds, seeking out the nub of her clit. Julie cried out, moving her hips upward, her grip on his hair tightening as he explored her with his tongue.

"Oh, yes, just like that." She gasped, arching, as his tongue circled her clit, his grip on her bottom tightening. Fuck he had big hands. "Use your fingers."

It required shifting a little, but that didn't interrupt her pleasure. When one thick finger pushed into her pussy, his tongue lapping against her clit while he stretched her open, it was so worth it. Julie moaned, letting her head drop back as her pussy clenched around his finger.

Thrusting back and forth a few times, he kept up his oral assault as he added a second finger.

Huge.

His fingers were huge.

Thick, long, and curving inward to press against her G-spot.

The stretch was delicious, and he knew exactly how to use them. His tongue kept moving, teasing her, as he began to move his fingers back and forth inside her, twisting and pressing against that sensitive inner spot. She could feel her climax rising, higher and higher, the need pulsing through her as her muscles tensed, knees and toes curling in response.

"Oh, fuck… Connor… more…" she demanded, and he gave it to her.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he thrust his fingers in, hitting her G-spot at the same time, and Julie went off like a rocket. Her pussy clamped down around the digits, squeezing and pulsing as she cried out with ecstatic abandon. Her clit throbbed against his tongue, waves of pleasure crashing over her as he sucked.

The rapture swirled around her, leaving her panting and quivering, on the verge of sensory overload.

"Stop," she ordered, patting the top of his head.

Immediately, he stopped, moving his mouth away, allowing her to slump and sigh with pleasure. Opening her eyes, she saw the concerned expression on his face as he slid his fingers from her.

"Very good boy," she said, and his expression cleared, tinged with relief. She stroked her fingers through his hair. "A little too good. Let me catch my breath, then I'll reward you with a flogging."

Connor sucked in a breath, but the smile that lit up his face made her want to hurry up and get him under her lash.