Envy

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Threshold.


Paul sighed heavily, washing his hands in the dirty sink at work. It was tiresome, being a carpenter, but he loved it -he loved making custom furniture and cabinets. Something about the smell of woodchips calmed his nerves down. His hands had become slightly calloused over the years, and he had lost count of how many splinters he’d had to pull out of his fingertips, but it was all apart of the job. Not many people could say that they loved their job or do the things he could.

“Harlow.” a gruff voice sounded from behind him, “You gotta call.”

“Tell them I’ll be right there,” Paul nodded to Mr. James, his boss.

His back ached and all he wanted to do was go home and shower then curl up with Lindsey and sleep. It really scared him how much he cared for her and how much he wanted to be around her. Before her, he was nervous to even let a girl spend more than two nights in a row with him in his apartment. Now, he caught himself looking at engagement rings the other week and almost had a heart attack. Since when did Paul Harlow want to settle down?

“Yeah?” Paul sighed softly, sitting in his roller chair at his desk -which he never used.

“Hey baby.” Lindsey’s voice smiled on the other line. There was an underlining hint of ‘I know something you don’t’ that made Paul draw his brows together.

“Uh, hey.” he replied, “What’s going on?”

He heard her chuckle softly, “Oh nothing. I’m on my lunch break. Guess what we missed last night when we went to the movies.”

Paul looked around the office, sighing heavily. “I give up…baby, listen, I have to finish this bed-”

“You lost the bet, Paul.” Lindsey interrupted.

He froze mouth still open from being interrupted mid-sentence. “There’s no way.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re bullshitting me.”

“I bullshit you not.”

Paul grunted heavily, running a hand through his hair, “Hold on.” he sighed, then turned around, searching for Mr. James. “Hey bossman!” he called, getting his attention, “The Tampa-Miami game last night, did you watch it?”

“Oh yeah.” Mr. James nodded, wiping sweat off his brow, “Tampa won, 31 to 28.”

Paul slouched back in his chair, “Fuck.” he muttered.

“I’ll see you when you get home.” Lindsey said quietly, before hanging up.

~*~*~

Lindsey took the rest of the day off, saying she felt like she was coming down with something -her boss loved her and didn’t ask any questions. All Lindsey knew was that she needed Ralph, her credit card and a whole lot of courage to prepare for tonight. She turned up the radio in her car, thinking of what she was going to do the whole way over to Ralph’s place. He would know how to help her.

“Hey.” Ralph grinned, opening the door, “I can’t believe you won the bet.” his deep voice chuckled.

Ralph worked as an architect, and at first glance would not be considered your ‘stereotypical gay’ by any means. His brown hair was cut short and businesslike, and he always had a 5:00 shadow thing going on, that made him look slightly rugged. Lindsey had to admit, he was damn fine to any women’s standards -especially with his toned arms, shoulders and chest, there were many times were he had to politely decline advances from women.

“I can. Tampa’s good.” Lindsey grinned back. “But seriously, I really didn’t plan this out.”

“Well, you’re going to need something to wear.” Ralph sighed, shaking his head. “How are you, little miss angel, going to take control of someone so sexually dominant, like Paul?”

Lindsey grinned, “I have a couple ideas.”

~*~*~

Paul wasn’t submissive by any means. The thought of giving up his control scared the shit out of him, and he almost called Lindsey back to tell her that she could take the stupid bet and shove it up her ass because he wasn’t going to be her bitch. He had never even considered trying to be submissive. What if she was going to play the Mega Dominant Bitch card and humiliate him?

He knew about the whole dominant/submissive thing and BDSM, having read many books about it when he was a teenager, hanging out in his mom’s office and became instantly intrigued. Lindsey and him even tried some bondage a few months ago, but for some reason always forgot about The Crate under the bed that held a few of toys, ropes, a riding crop and some other things. Lindsey and Paul just always got too caught up in the moment to think about it. They hadn’t played for a while, actually.

The rest of the day was hell. The ride home was worse. And when Paul got back to their apartment, there was a note on the kitchen table. He swallowed hard, picking it up.

Paul,
Take a shower -don’t take longer than fifteen minutes. Go out for a bit. Be back by 6:45. Change into only these jeans when you get home. Don’t go back into the bedroom when you return.
-Miss Angel.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, looking down at the jeans she laid out for him on the table. He instantly recognized them as the ones he wore that one night he tied her up and completely dominated her. Flashbacks ran through his mind as a grin pulled at his lips. She had been so fucking sexy, begging for him to touch her while she called him Sir or Master Harlow.

Paul took his shower, rolling his eyes when he made sure not to take longer than fifteen minutes. He liked taking long showers; Lindsey knew this and purposely made him shorten his time. But she had won the bet fair and square, so he bitched about the time restraint to himself and went on with his instructions. He decided to stop by the pizza place down the street since he hadn’t had dinner and didn’t want to go through hell on an empty stomach.

He was home by the time he was instructed to be, sighing heavily as he changed out of all his clothes and slipped The Jeans on over his boxers, glancing at another note left on the table.

Paul,
You are expected to be in only your jeans. You may enter my bedroom now, but you must knock first.
-Miss Angel.

Paul drew his brows together. Her bedroom? It was his fucking bedroom too and he’d have to remind her of that later. He was not looking forward to what was about to happen at all. Paul raised his hand to the door to knock, almost thinking of leaving and going to hang out with some of his buddies instead. Lindsey would be crushed though. She won fair and square. He lost. Taking a deep breath, Paul knocked on the door to their bedroom and waited.

“Come in.” Lindsey’s called softly.

The room was dark, but candles all along the wall lit it enough to see. Paul froze, seeing his Lindsey sitting on a black armchair, the crate at her feet. He knew it was her, but she didn’t look like his sweet, innocent Lindsey. Her long hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, and as she stood, he saw what she was wearing. His mouth watered.

“Shut the door.” she instructed, walking up to him slowly. Paul nodded, closing the door and meeting her halfway.

The short black leather dress she wore was completely sinful; hugging her curves so deliciously, Paul had to do everything in his power to stop himself from touching her. And when she stood in front of him, he noticed that she was eye level with him. He looked down at her shoes. Fuck, they had to be at least seven inches high, black leather ankle boots that tied up the front. And thigh high fishnets too -god she was fucking sexy.

Lindsey kept calm, walking around him slowly, inspecting him. It wasn’t until then, did he notice the riding crop in her hand. Fuck. Her fingers trailed over his shoulders, “You did not listen to my instructions, Paul.” Lindsey said quietly.

“Yes I did.”

Lindsey stopped, standing in front of him and rose a brow, “You did?” she asked.

“I’m wearing The Jeans.” Paul sighed softly.

She cleared her throat, reaching down to gently tug on the elastic of his boxers that was peeping out from the waistband of The Jeans, “I believe I said only The Jeans.”

“Listen, Linds, I think you made your point-”

“Did I say you could talk?” Lindsey interrupted a bit louder. “There are some ground rules we obviously have to go over.” she went on in a calm voice. “First, you will address me as Miss Angel. You do not speak unless spoken to. You do not touch unless instructed to. You will not orgasm until I give you permission to do so. Is that clear?”

Paul gritted his teeth, and shifted his weight, “Yes…Miss Angel.”

“Good.” Lindsey smiled. “How do I look?” she asked.

Paul grinned, licking his lips quickly, “Fucking hot as hell-”

Lindsey grabbed his face in her hand roughly, forcing him to look her in the eyes, “Watch your mouth.” she said dangerously. “Now,” she continued softly, letting him go, “How do I look?”

Paul drew his brows together, “You look beautiful…Miss Angel.” he said lowly.

Lindsey ran her hand up Paul’s chest, and kissed his neck softly, “Do you want me?” she asked.

Paul couldn’t help it, he placed his hands on her hips and groaned, “Yes.”

Lindsey jerked away, “On your knees. If you can’t be a good boy and listen, I’ll have to punish you.” she said quickly and quietly.

Paul sighed, biting his bottom lip harshly and dropped to his knees. Lindsey circled him, dragging the tip of the riding crop across his skin, “Now, lets answer this question correctly, hmm?” she said softly, pinning her knee in the middle of his back, forcing him down so he had to catch himself, planting his hands to the floor, “Who does your body belong to?”

Paul stared harshly at the floor, breathing hard to keep himself in check. “You…Miss Angel.” he bit out.

“Good boy.” Lindsey whispered, running her fingers through his hair.

Lindsey stood in front of Paul, using the end of the crop to lift his chin up far enough to where he looked her in the eyes, “I am in control.” she reminded him. “You are not.”

Paul clenched his jaw, nodding. “You’re in control…Miss Angel.”

Lindsey nodded, then cleared her throat, “You may stand up.”

Paul sighed heavily and stood, hands in his pockets to keep himself from dragging her against him and showing her who was in fucking control. Lindsey sensed his rebellious nature when she caught him glaring at her and snapped at his shoulder with the riding crop. Paul winced from the sharp sting, clenching his jaw tightly so he didn’t yell at her.

She stepped close to him so that her body pressed against his, “Do not do that again.” she warned. “You’re not being a very good boy. It makes me almost think you don’t want me. Do you not want me?”

“I want you…Miss Angel.” Paul replied quietly.

Lindsey reached up and grabbed a handful of Paul’s hair, ghosting her lips over his, “I know I’m asking a lot from you,” she whispered softly, “and if you are a good boy tonight, I just might let you do what you’ve been wanting to do to me.” she smiled softly, kissing his lips gently before releasing his hair.

Lindsey slid her hands down Paul’s chest, “You are not to touch me unless I say you can. Is that clear?”

“Yes…Miss Angel.” Paul breathed as Lindsey unzipped his Jeans, pushing them and his boxers down a little bit.

She cupped his steadily growing erection, moving her hand slowly against it until it was rock hard in her hand, “You are not to move a muscle. You are not to make a sound. Not unless I permit it. If you make a mess on me, any time during tonight there will be serious consequences.”

Paul nodded, holding his breath as Lindsey started moving her hand up and down his member, circling her thumb over the head, like he loved. She kept her movements slow and deliberate, knowing what always made him ache for her even more. She had fucking perfected Paul’s idea of the perfect hand job. The thought of it almost made him laugh. Almost.

“Do you want me?” Lindsey asked, her lips grazing his ear.

“Yes.” Paul grunted, “Yes…Miss Angel.”

Lindsey smiled, looking Paul in the eyes with her pale blue ones, “What do you want to do to me?” she asked, her other hand reaching down to cup his sac gently, barely moving her fingers along it.

Paul breathed heavily, doing his best to control himself not to buck into her hand, “I want to fuck you.” he replied huskily.

Lindsey shook her head, while clicking her tongue softly, “That’s not the right answer.” she sighed. “Think before you answer me. You have one more chance. What do you want to do to me?”

Paul closed his eyes, his lips parting slightly when Lindsey ran her thumb over the head of his erection again, her other hand gently massaging his sac as she continued with the slow torture. What was he suppose to be thinking about? The right answer…the right answer. What was the question? Fuck.

Her hand felt so fucking good- all Paul wanted to do was grab her and show her exactly what he wanted to do to her. That’s right, the question. What is the right answer? Paul racked his brain the best he could, trying to figure out what exactly would be considered the right answer. His eyes rolled slightly, feeling Lindsey drag his erection through her pointer and middle fingers as best she could, knowing he loved it.

“What ever you want…Miss Angel.” Paul finally groaned, on the verge of gasping for air when Lindsey started picking up the pace, gripping her hand a little tighter.

Lindsey feathered a kiss at the corner of Paul’s mouth, “Good boy.” she whispered, “Now go lay down on my bed.”

Paul glared at the floor and nodded, really hating that she was calling everything hers. He did as she said though, and stretched out on their bed, the cushions feeling really nice under him from the stressful day he had at work. He jumped slightly when Lindsey crawled up beside him and looked down at his face, one eyebrow raised.

“Keep your hands at your sides.” she said softly and then straddled his legs, running her hands up his strong thighs and catching the waistband of Paul’s jeans in her fingers, pulling them completely off.

Lindsey bent her head down, taking his hardened erection into her hot mouth, sliding her lips down as far as she could, humming lightly as she did so. Paul let out a breath harshly, clenching his fists as he looked down, watching Lindsey wrap her pretty lips around his cock. She looked up into his eyes as she sucked gently on the head of his cock, running her tongue across the head. Paul moaned, digging his fingers into the mattress.

She sucked at him harder and picked up her pace a little more, taking him deep within her throat and moaning deliciously around him. If she kept it up for very long, he was going to explode in her mouth. She brought a hand up to massage his sac gently while the other pumped slowly at his shaft. She kept eye contact with him, licking her lips slowly.

“You are not to come without my permission, Paul.” Lindsey reminded him quietly.

And then it happened. Lindsey took as much cock into her mouth as she could and held it within her deep throat, as she looked straight into Paul’s eyes, hollowing out her cheeks from sucking hard. She moaned around his cock, sending shivers through his body and Paul couldn’t think; he arched his back, holding either side of Lindsey’s head with both hands, and tried to control her movements.

She immediately drew back from him and glared harshly, climbing on top of his body. “Put your hands above your head.” she ordered, drawing her brows together.

Paul scowled, not really wanting to listen, but did anyways. Lindsey took something out from the nightstand: the rope. She used this rope to tie his hands securely to the headboard. Paul’s eyes widened, slight panic spreading through his body. He had never been tied up before. Ever.

“You broke the rules. I told you not to touch me.” Lindsey said quietly. “You’ve been a very bad boy. And I thought you wanted to take me how you’ve always wanted to.”

“Untie me.” Paul kept his voice low, he tugged at the rope to find that he wasn’t going to be going anywhere any time soon.

“No, Paul.” Lindsey snapped, scratching her nails down his sides hard enough to leave slight red marks. “I went through this shit for you. You can do it for me.”

Paul took a deep breath and looked around the room, “Untie me.” he repeated himself.

Lindsey drew her brows together and slid down his body, taking his erection in her hand and looked him in the eyes. “No.” she repeated before sliding down onto him, making him fill her up. “And if you come without my permission, I’ll leave your ass there.”

Paul clenched his fists, breathing heavily as Lindsey started rocking her hips. She had never rode him before, so at first she was a bit awkward at it -it didn’t take away how fucking amazing she felt around him though. That on top of the fact that he hadn’t been inside her for a week, Paul knew he wasn’t going to last as long as he normally did.

Lindsey arched her back, and took her hair down from the ponytail, letting it fall down her shoulders and brush the tops of Paul’s thighs slightly. She gasped as Paul bucked up, into her roughly, leaning back and settling her hands on his shins, giving Paul a good view of their bodies connected. She clamped down her inner muscles and bounced up and down on his cock, moaning loudly.

After a few moments, she ran her hands up his abdomen to his toned chest, kissing at his collarbone, “Who do you belong to?” she gasped softly.

Paul panted heavily, bucking his hips up to meet hers. She got a hang of it quickly, her movements not awkward anymore. He tugged at the rope, knowing that he was going to have angry red marks around his wrists, but he didn’t give a fuck. He needed to touch her so badly. Lindsey pulled at his hair and bit his arm, repeating her question.

Paul didn’t answer right away. He clamped his jaw down and glared up at the ceiling. They would never be doing this again, no matter how sexy she looked and how good she felt. Tomorrow night, Lindsey was going to get it. “You…Miss Angel.” he bit out.

Tomorrow night he was going to make her wear that damn leather dress with those shoes. He was going to tie her hands behind her fucking back and abuse that pretty little mouth of hers with his cock. He was going to cuff her ankles to her damn wrists while she wore those shoes and he was going to slam his cock into her until he was finished. Tomorrow night he was going to show her who the fuck she belonged to and remind her of how much she loved being submissive to his dominant.

Lindsey gasped loudly, tipping her head back slightly and moaned, tightening her muscles around his cock. She was in mid climax and Paul couldn’t help but notice that it was better for her when he was in control. She had to of noticed. He almost smiled at that. But he was nearing his own orgasm, heat spreading through his body quickly. He was going to come.

“Don’t you dare.” Lindsey warned, sliding off his cock and slipping it into her hot mouth, picking up where she left off.

Paul grunted loudly, biting his bottom lips harshly to keep from coming. Lindsey took him in her mouth slowly, but deep as hell, almost working all of him into her mouth. She licked and sucked at him, massaging his sac and running her fingers up and down his thighs, reminded him he was not to come unless gave permission. He really didn’t think he could control it anymore.

“I gotta come.” Paul panted heavily, his hips bucking slightly.

Lindsey nipped at his hip while she pumped at his erection quickly, making his eyes roll back and heavy breathing erupt from his throat. “Do you want to come?” she whispered.

“Yes.” Paul hissed painfully, arching his back.

“Beg for it.” Lindsey grinned, pumping at his erection with vigor. She licked at sucked at the head of his cock, determined to make him come.

He couldn’t think. He could barely breathe. Controlling himself was fucking hard, especially when Lindsey knew exactly what to do to him to make him come. He watched her, waiting for him, her lips wrapped deliciously around his cock, her blue eyes challenging him to beg for it.

“Fuck.” Paul grunted, breathing heavily, “Please…let me come…Miss Angel.”

Lindsey nodded, giving him the okay. After several moments of Paul grunting loudly and swearing, he bucked his hips one final time and emptied himself deep within Lindsey’s mouth. She didn’t hesitate to swallow his release, licking him clean afterwards. Lindsey slid up next to Paul and untied him from the headboard. As soon as he was released, Paul tackled Lindsey to the bed, wedging himself between her thighs. He grabbed one of her legs and held dangerous eye contact with her, his hand sliding up her thigh, cupping her ass.

“Listen to me.” Paul said quietly before Lindsey had a chance to say anything, “I only did that because you won the bet. I’m not doing that again. Ever. I can’t. I’m not…made to do that.”

Lindsey wrapped her leg around his middle and peered up at him through heavy lashes, and chuckled, “Yeah…you‘re not a very good boy.” she whispered, “I wasn’t going to suggest we ever do that again anyways…but thank you for letting me try something out.”

Paul drew his brows together, his stomach dropping slightly, “Is that why you bet me?” he asked.

Lindsey nodded, “I figured if you lost, then you would have to try.”

Paul shook his head and kissed her lips softly, “Baby, I’ll try anything for you…within reason.” he added. “All you have to do is ask. I ask you to try things all the time.”

“Yes, but…you’re,” Lindsey blushed, biting her lower lip, “You’re the dominant one.”

“So.” Paul scoffed. “Since when are you an easy submissive little girl?” he chuckled, “Sometimes I feel like I have to cross that line with you.” he admitted.

Lindsey wrapped her arms around Paul’s shoulders, dragging him down so he laid on top of her. She loved feeling his weight on her for some reason, “You wouldn’t love me if I didn’t fight back a little bit.” she whispered, “You wouldn’t have kept me if I didn’t.”


A/N: Okay...so that was my first time writing FemDom...be nice!
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