39 Shades of May - Chapter 1 [Dom!Brian x sub!Reader]{18+}
Summary: You’re Mr. May’s temporary assistant for the summer. But it’s turns out it’s not exactly the “job” you’re expecting.
Series Warnings: This is a Dom!Brian x Sub!Reader fic. There is language, hardcore smut, BDSM. All the good stuff.
Chapter warnings: (soft)Domination/submission, overstimulation (no safeword established yet)
Word Count: 5068
I. First Inspection
Maybe this really is a stupid idea. You almost turned around three times already, because this really is a stupid idea, just as your roommate tried to tell you. As she said, you’re too strong-willed and hard-headed to ever be someone’s assistant, especially for someone who is probably accustomed to having everything they want given to them immediately and perfectly. But you need this job. If you don’t take this job you have to go back home for the summer, and that’s the last thing you want. All of your other potential job opportunities fell through, and this one is your last hope. You felt positive about it – almost as if you were fated for the job. It was your best friend – Tina – who told you about it after telling her about your last failed job interview, and took pity on you. She’s going abroad for the summer and will need someone to take her place while she’s gone.
You listened to her intently as she explained everything – he’s easy to work for if you overlook his quirks and if you’re patient; he pays very well and he’s flexible with your work days; you may even get to travel with him.
She’s waiting for you outside of his house with a smile on her face as your car pulls up in the driveway. “Punctual,” she says as she looks at her watch when you walk to the door. “Five minutes early. That’s a good thing.” She opens the door and guides you inside. “Mr. May will be pleased,” she tells you with a giggle as she seats you down.
“I can’t believe you never let me meet him before,” you sigh. “I would be much more relaxed and probably not be ten minutes away from making a fool out of myself.”
“Relax,” she laughs. “You’ll be just fine.” She was going to say more, but hurries and clears her throat instead. “Good morning, Mr. May,” she says with a smile as she looks behind you. “This is…”
You turn and look at him, and he’s laughing. “Why are you being so formal, Tina?” he asks before focusing his attention on you. “Are you Y/N?”
You smile and hold out your hand. “I am. It’s nice to meet you…”
“Brian. Call me Brian, please,” he smiles as he takes your hand and holds it a bit longer than someone who just met you should. “Come. If you’ll be working for me I should get to know you, yes?” You smile softly and nod, following him into a small office, him still holding your hand.
“Do you often hire people without interviewing them first?” you joke as you sit down.
He chuffs as he sits across from you, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his knuckle. “I trust Tina’s judgment,” he smirks. “Do you often take jobs without knowing who you’ll be working for?”
“I, too, trust Tina’s judgment,” you smirk. “But I don’t know exactly what this job entails. I know I’ll probably have to make you coffee and order flowers for your wife.”
He starts to chuckle. “You’ll learn as you go along, don’t worry.” He stands up and starts to pace the floor. “I do have a few questions for you.” You look up at him and smile, a smile that he returns, and his eyes don’t move from yours. “First, what is your relationship status?” He notices the small scowl on your face and chuckles again. “I know it sounds intrusive, but I just want to make sure I know where your priorities are.”
“Oh,” you giggle. “I’m single. No boyfriend or potential boyfriend so you’ll have my undivided attention.”
He nods, quite pleased with your answer. “And your living arrangements?”
“I have a roommate,” you say and his brow raises. “Her name is Charlotte.” He nods again. “Do you want to know what kind of car I drive?”
“Sarcasm won’t get you very far, Miss Y/L/N,” he says with a look that you can’t quite tell if it’s humored or slightly disapproving. He sits on the top of his desk and smiles. “I travel a lot. Do you have any problems with airplanes?”
“No, sir” you say as you shake your head, opting to not crack anymore jokes. You notice him shift slightly, and now he’s looking at you with a smirk on his face and you don’t know why.
“I should show you around. Let you know my expectations and…” He starts to smirk again. “Eye contact. I like that,” he nods with approval. “And you’re not fidgety.” His eyes glaze over you before he looks back into your eyes. “I think you’ll do just fine.” Now you start to shift slightly. He’s not making you feel uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. You want to smirk back at him but you fight it off. You clear your throat and smile, which snaps the quiet. “Come,” he says, motioning for you to follow him to the door. “I’ll show you around.”
“Do you have any questions?” he asks as you stand in the kitchen. “I know this can all be overwhelming.”
“No,” you smile. “I think I can handle it.” He raises his brow and gives you a curious smirk. “I can keep a schedule and make appointments,” you chuff. “And you said yourself I’ll learn as I go along.”
“Do you know how to make coffee?” he asks.
“Of course I do,” you giggle. He points to the cabinet behind you, letting you know where everything is. As the coffee starts to brew, you turn back to him and smile. “I can make a good omelette, too.”
“That’s why I have my housekeeper,” he smiles. “She makes my food.”
“And I’ll make the coffee?” you giggle, but his expression turns almost serious, so you turn back around and wait for it to finish. You can feel him looking at you and… you like it. You stand there in complete silence for the entire five minutes it takes for the coffee to brew, hearing every single breath you take resonating in your ears.
He walks up behind you, close enough that you can feel him there but not close enough that he’s touching you. “It’s done,” you hear him murmur.
“How do you take it?” you quietly ask, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and pouring some as you look down.
“One sugar,” he says in your ear, his tone darker than it has been. You drop the sugar in the mug and don’t move, still looking down. “Stir it,” he murmurs as he hands you a spoon. You still don’t look up when you take it from him, and you stir the coffee. “Perfect.” He reaches around you and grabs the mug then backs away. Something tells you not to move. You don’t know what it is, but you stay standing in the same position – hands by your side, head down. “Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, how is it you haven’t been claimed by someone yet?”
“Guess I haven’t met the right person, sir,” you say. That’s the second time you call him “sir,” and just like you don’t know why you’re not moving, you don’t know why you called him that again.
“Lucky for me, I guess,” he chuckles deeply before clearing his throat and changing his tone back to normal. “Are you going to have some?” he asks. You slowly turn around and shake your head, unable to completely register what just happened. “Lets go back, then. We’re going into London next week for a few days so we need to go over the itinerary.”
“So?” Tina asks when you have a moment alone. “What do you think?”
You really don’t know what you think. Not after the coffee incident two days ago. And after he spent that entire afternoon practically glaring straight through to your soul as you went over the schedule for the London visit. And after he spent all day yesterday putting 100% of his attention on you, taking you for lunch, for a walk in his garden, to his studio to listen to a few songs he had written. “He’s… intense.” That’s all you can say. You don’t know if you want to tell her more. You feel like you’d be betraying Brian if you did, and you can’t figure out why you’re feeling so incredibly loyal.
“Yeah,” she says quite reflectively. “Intense.” Her voice trails off and you see a small smirk draw on her face before she snaps herself out of her minor trance. “He’ll treat you good as long as you…” She stops suddenly. When you look back to her, you see Brian standing in the doorway.
“Good morning, girls,” he smiles as he walks in, his eyes focused solely on yours. “Glad to see you came back, Miss Y/L/N.”
“You can’t scare me away that easily, Mr. May,” you giggle. He likes your giggle. You can tell by the way his smile grows just a little bit and his eye smile just a bit more when you do it.
His eyes never leave yours as he walks to the door of his office. Not even as he starts talking to Tina. “Make sure you give Y/N the keys,” he tells her. “She’ll need all of them.”
“All of them?” she asks, a bit shocked. You aren’t phased by her shock. You’re too busy watching Brian’s eyes.
“Yes,” he says. “All of them.” He smiles and disappears into his office, the gaze finally breaking.
You turn around to look at Tina, who seems a little disturbed as she’s digging in her purse. “I don’t know why he wants you to have all the keys. It’s not like you’ll be…” She stops her mumbling and looks up at you, faking a smile. “He must really trust you if he wants you to have all the keys.”
You start to laugh, trying to hold it in but it only makes it worse. “I’m sorry, but what’s so baffling about me having keys?”
She holds the key ring out and starts to tell you what each one is for. “This one is for the door over there. This one is for the front door of the house. This is for the gate. This is for his office.” She stops and stares at you because it doesn’t look like you’re taking any of this seriously. “This one is for the house in London. And this one is for his…” This time she stops because she doesn’t want to finish that sentence. “He’ll explain everything.” She hands you the keys and pulls out a notebook from her desk.
“Hey Tina?” you ask. “Is everything okay?” She fakes her smile again and keeps flipping though her notebook. “Do you not want me to…”
She sighs and looks over to you with a genuine smile this time. “I’m sorry. I’m acting like a brat. I’m just…”
“You’re worried I’ll be terrible and won’t take care of him,” you say with great snark. “Don’t worry. I’ll be good.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” she mumbles.
But before you can ask her what she means by that, Brian comes out of the office. And as if they were magnets, your eyes meet each other’s and are immediately locked. He wiggles a finger, calling you over to him, and you follow him back into his office. When you step in, he closes the door.
He stands behind you and leans close to your ear. “Do you know why you’re here?” he asks in that same dark, soothing voice he had in the kitchen the other day.
“Tina told me you needed a temporary assistant,” you tell him, not turning around because you’ve suddenly reverted back into that state of mind you were in the other day. You freeze, your head down and your arms by your side.
“I know how you found me,” he says, putting his hands on your shoulders. “I asked if you know why you are here.”
“No,” you whisper and shake your head. “I don't know.”
He lets go of your shoulders and moves in front of you, standing with his back to you. “I want to change my shirt. Help me out of this one.” Your eyes grow wide with confusion, wondering why he can’t take off his own shirt. Tina told you he had quirks, but this is a bit much. He extends his arms out and waits. He’s over six feet tall and towers over you. “Do it,” he tells you in a commanding, yet gentle tone. You bite your bottom lip and start to lift it off, revealing his skin. A soft gasp escapes your lips and your chest swells with a deep breath, suddenly very aware of your surroundings in this dimly lit room. He grabs the neck of his shirt and pulls it off before turning to face you.
“You're here because of what you are,” he says as his fingers reach out and touch your arm.
“What am I?” you ask as his hand moves up your arm, gently stroking your skin. Goosebumps are left behind where he touches you and they start to spread down your legs.
“You’re a good girl.” His other hand reaches behind your neck and cups the back of your head. He doesn't say another word as he pulls you close. You close your eyes certain he’s going to kiss you, but his cheek brushes past yours and his lips touch your neck.
You’re left completely breathless and all blood rushes to your face. This was everything you didn’t know you wanted. “I try to be, Mr. May,” you whimper in his ear.
His hand moves softly from your neck and cups your face. “You’ll learn more as you go along,” he grins as he looks into your eyes before his lips meet yours for a soft, lingering kiss. He smirks when he pulls away, his hand brushing down your neck before he takes it away, turning around and putting on the same shirt he just took off.
You stand there, confused as hell, and have so many questions, but you have no idea where to even start. The kiss was nice – real nice. But… Why did he just basically demand you help him take off his shirt just to put it back on?
“White shirt. Black skirt. Red heels that match your new red lingerie that you’ll find on your bed when you get home.” He puts his hand on the small of your back and walks you to the door. “That’s what you’ll wear when we leave for London tomorrow. I want to get there a few days early. So you can settle in.” He opens the door and you walk out, but turn around and look at him, trying to figure this all out. He gives you a smile and a wink and softly closes the door.
“Tina?” you call out as you turn around. “What…?” But she’s not there to answer any of your questions.
You stand before him, just as instructed, in the middle of the bedroom, keeping the eye contact he silently demands from you, wearing exactly what he told you to wear – a white button-down shirt tucked loosely in your short black skirt, both of which are covering your new red lace bra and panties that were actually in a box on your bed when you got home yesterday, and your red heels on your feet. You stand silently, your arms down to your side, the only movements coming from your slowly blinking eyes and your slightly heaving chest. He can sense your nervousness. “Relax,” he says in a low, non-threatening tone with a smile. “You’ve nothing to be afraid of, doll.”
The atmosphere is electrifying. All you can do is think back to yesterday, how he kissed you softly and how the kiss lingered. How he smirked when he moved away. How he winked before he turned and left you standing in the doorway. How his eyes never left you the entire ride into town or during dinner before you came back to the house. How he took your hand the second you walked inside and brought you to his bedroom.
“Turn around. Slowly,” he says, and you do as you’re instructed. “Stop,” he says when your back is turned and you freeze. “Now bend over, slow.” Again, you do as you’re instructed. He leaves you there for a moment, and you realize it’s because he wants to get a good look at you. At least that’s what you think. “Stand straight. Turn back to face me.”
When you turn around you find him sitting in the chair in the corner, his legs crossed, his expression serious. He’s staring at you intently, examining you up and down, his eyes piercing straight through you. Your eyes are locked together in an intense stare and you’re starting to shake. “Unbutton your shirt. Untuck it. Slowly.” Your fingers tremble as you do as you’re told, and you can feel yourself starting to get wet. You can tell he’s pleased by the small smirk on his face, but the intense stare is making you nervous.
“Come here,” he commands, and you cautiously walk to him, never breaking eye contact. You stop when you get in front of him, and he reaches up, taking the fingers on your hand and tugging them down. “Kneel down,” he commands, and you instantly drop to your knees in between his legs. Your faces are inches apart and keeping eye contact is difficult. You start to look away, non-voluntarily, and you feel him pulling you hair – hard. “Eye contact, I said,” he says firmly. He brings his hands to cup your face before he slowly brings his fingers down to trace paths down your neck to the top of your chest, following the outline of your bra before running his fingers across the top of your breasts, his eyes following the trail. He smiles before he looks back up at you, and you’re smiling in return, but when he makes eye contact again, you quickly remove your smile, because his is gone.
His hands move down to your sides and snake their way under your shirt and to your back, slowly moving up to the strap of your bra. He pulls you forward and unhooks your bra, letting it fall open, before moving his hands away. “Stand,” he tells you, and you do so quickly, not wanting to disappoint him. “Remove your shirt.” You slowly pull it from your shoulders, letting it drop to your feet.
He brings his hand to his chin and stares at you for a minute, his eyes looking you up and down again, occasionally looking back to your eyes to make sure you’re not looking away. “Come,” he says, motioning you forward before pointing down, and you get back on your knees between his legs.
“Raise your arms,” he tells you, and of course you do as you’re told. He brings his hands back to your sides and grazes his fingers upward. You try to resist, but you can’t help giggling because it tickles. “Hmmm,” he says with a chuckle. “This will come in handy.” He tickles you and you giggle more, reflexively moving your arms down. “I didn’t say you could put your arms down!” he says loudly, startling you, and you hurry and raise your arms back up. “Control yourself,” he fusses, and even though it tickles, you force yourself to hold your arms up, trying not to laugh, but the occasional giggle seeps out. It’s okay. He seems to like it. He allows you to lower your arms and he leans back in his chair.
“Take off your bra, slowly,” he commands, and you do, slowly sliding the straps off your shoulders, letting it fall off and allowing your breasts and rock hard nipples to become exposed. You see him looking at your body with an admiring look in his eyes, relishing the perfect breasts of his doll. He reaches out and his fingertips brush across your naked skin, sending new shivers down your back as he makes a circular motion with his fingers. The back of his fingers brush across your nipple before both of his hands move to your chest, his hands cupping both tits at once. He squeezes them, gently at first, then he squeezes them a little harder, his palms grinding against your nipples, exciting them even more than they already are. You’re becoming so wet and can literally feel yourself dripping in your panties. He continues to stare into your eyes, enjoying the feeling of your body. His body.
His attention moves to your nipples, starting in a gentle manner but as the attention grows, his fingers begin to pinch slightly before pulling and twisting, harder and harder. He then begins to pinch, pull and slightly twist the nipples, while pinching harder. At first it hurts a little, but the feeling is soon replaced by warmth that causes your pussy to gush.
Still holding your nipples, he pulls your body forward, your face almost touching his, and he leans down to give you a very soft, wet and sexy kiss, and then releases you. He sits back in the chair and looks again at his doll kneeling before him. “Stand,” he orders. “Go back to the middle of the room.” You obey, as always.
You stand in the middle of the room knowing that you are about to exposing your entire body to this man. This man who you’ve grown to trust in such a short amount of time. This man who is very much wanting to take you. “Remove the skirt.” You slip your skirt off your hips and let it fall down your legs. You didn’t wear any stockings – he didn’t say for you to – so now all you’re wearing are your very skimpy red panties and heels, waiting for your next instruction. It doesn’t take long. “Turn,” he tells you, and you slowly begin to turn for your inspection. You stop when you’re facing him again.
He motions you forward and you again walk to him and kneel in front of him without being told. “Very good,” he smirks. “You’re learning well. I am very pleased.” He runs his hand on your hair and leans close. “This is how you are to greet me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” you reply.
He stands for the first time since you’ve been in the room and steps over you and walks to the bed. “Get on your hands and knees,” he tells you. “Come over here.” And you do as he says, crawling on your hands and knees to the bed, never breaking eye contact. He motions for you to stand, so you do, still not breaking eye contact. “Get on the bed. On your stomach.” You do as your told, and when you climb up, you feel him give you a light swat on the butt. You lay on your stomach, your arms by your sides, and he walks to the foot of the bed.
He takes you by the ankles and drags you down until your knees dangle from the bed. He sits next to you, his hands roaming over your ass, when suddenly he spanks you again, harder this time. You jump a little but hold your tongue. “Very good,” he says, quite pleased.
You feel him take the waistband of you panties and slowly pull them down, moving down your thighs, over your calves, and finally your feet. You’re laying face down, now completely naked except for the heels you’re still wearing and feeling completely vulnerable. He swats your ass again, playfully this time, and gives you your next command. “Back up on the bed.” And of course, you comply.
He lays next to you, his head even with your torso, and he starts to slowly explore your ass, roaming his hands over the cheeks, squeezing occasionally, brushing his fingernails across your skin. His hands move to the inside of your thighs and he spreads your legs apart. His finger slowly traces a line, starting at the top of your ass down between your cheeks. It’s there that he stops and presses slightly to gauge your reaction while separating your cheeks with the fingers of his other hand. He continues to caress, moving his fingers to your inner thigh, tracing his fingers across your pussy's outer lips. You want to react. You want to moan, move… anything. But you’re frozen. He didn’t give you permission to do anything but lay there.
He puts his hand on your waist, pulling you to roll you on your back. “Spread you legs apart,” he orders, and you do so. He gazes at you, the cool room air against you causing you to shiver. You feel his fingers trace around your outer lips, and when his finger touches your clit hood, you shiver again. He parts your lips ever so slightly, continues and up and down motion with his finger, each time pressing in a little more.
“Open yourself with your fingers, baby,” he tells you. Your hands quickly move and open your outer folds to allow for a closer inspection. He takes your inner lips between his fingers and pulls on them slightly before sliding one finger inside of you. But not for long.
He scoots up in the bed so he can lay next to you, wrapping his legs around yours, putting one arm under your neck, holding down that arm while putting your other arm underneath him, pinning you down to the bed. His free hand returns to your pussy, his finger returning inside of you as his thumb goes back to work on your clit. This time you can’t help but moan. “Do not cum without permission,” he warns. “You must ask first.” You nod to let him know you understand.
You feel a powerful orgasm building and quietly ask, “May I cum, Sir?”
“Not yet,” he growls, and he picks up his pace.
“Please, sir,” you beg, desperately needing to release.
“No,” he snips, picking up the pace even more.
You can’t take it anymore. “Please!” you yell. “Please may I cum?”
“You want to cum, slut?” he growls. “My dirty little slut wants to cum?”
“Please!” you beg, almost in tears. “Please let your slut cum, sir.”
"Then cum!” he yells. “Cum for me. Now!” You erupt into a powerful orgasm, your entire body shaking, fighting against the pinning of your arms and legs. When you start to cool down from your orgasm, you realize that he’s still playing with your very swollen, very sensitive clit. You start to involuntarily fight, but he’s still restraining you, and you’re unable to move.
The constant stimulation is tormenting you, almost unbearably. “Stop!” you scream, and his hand moves from your pussy and grabs your face.
“Shhh,” he whispers harshly and moves his hand back down to continue his assault on your clit. Your head flails back and forth, your hips buck to fight him, but he’s the one in control. You are his property to enjoy. You feel another orgasm building, and this time you cum without permission. You are completely overwhelmed, but he continues to touch you without any interruption.
The harder you fight, the more he restrains you. Your breathing becomes fast and shallow, and you’re starting to feel lightheaded. Suddenly, his touching slows until you can feel his fingers between your legs, but no stimulation. Your breathing slows and you begin to recover. After a short moment of relief, you feel his touch again, and the cycle starts over.
You have two more orgasms during the endless torment of your clit and pussy that is interrupted only by brief moments of respite. You realize that Mr. May is monitoring you, allowing you to cool down and catch your breath before continuing his play.
After your fourth orgasm he releases you, turning you to face him. You curl up into the fetal position and his arms take you and pull you close to him. He grabs the edge of the bedspread and pulls it over you. The warmth feels good, as does Brian’s warmth. You lay there for a long time in silence as he strokes your hair, lightly rubbing your back and holding you close. He pulls your face to his and kisses her. You smile and he returns a wry grin.
Brian gets up and kneels next to you, takes off his shirt and pants, and you see him naked for the first time. He rolls you onto your back and takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip across your nipple. You look in his eyes and see the pleasure in his face, watching as his hard cock uses your nipple for pleasure. He gazes down your body and takes your hand, placing it by his balls. “Rub them for me.”
He starts stroking his cock, drenched in his own pre-cum, never breaking eye contact. “Such a good little slut,” he groans. “Look at my cock.” You do as you’re told, just in time for him to erupt, spilling his cum all over your breasts. He takes some of his cum on his finger and brings it up to your mouth. You don’t have to be told to open it. You hold out your tongue and take it.
He climbs off the bed and goes into the bathroom, emerging a short time later with a warm washcloth. “You’re a good girl,” he smirks as he removes your heels and cleans you off. He reaches over to the table and grabs a glass of water, motioning for you to sit up and drink. “Are you okay?” he asks, wrapping you in the bedspread. You shake your head and smile. “You can talk, you know,” he chuckles. He throws the towel to the floor and climbs under the sheet, pulling you down to lay next to him.
“I’m sorry,” you giggle softly. “I never…”
“I know,” he smiles and lays your head on his shoulder. “There’s so much more for you to learn, and I look forward to teaching you.” You snuggle closer to him as he plays with your hair, feeling warm and safe as you drift off to sleep feeling very, very satisfied.
A/N: Soooo.... What does everyone think? Please leave me some feedback. Likes are appreciated. Reblogs are loved. Comments motivate me.
(Wait. What? Was his wife mentioned? If you blinked, you missed it.)
Where’s the bondage? Calm down. We have more to come.
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