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He obeyed. For the next blissful, endless time, he was buried under the soft covers of her bed, his arms curled over her spread thighs as he laid on his stomach and dedicated himself to her pleasure. Licking, nipping, stabbing into her folds. Stroking her legs and stomach with his hands that she miraculously seemed to love, despite their roughness.
But in the end, she didn't want him to bring her to climax with his mouth. And though he believed she would let him take her from behind, that wasn't what she wanted right now, either. Face to face, heart to heart; that was her desire.
She gripped his shoulders, his hair, telling him to come lay fully upon her. Clamping her hands firmly on his ass, she wrapped her legs high on his back and pulled him inside her. A groan tore from her that matched his.
"Fuck me, sweet boy. Hard and deep. Keep it going."
He did, thrusting inside her cunt until they released together, with harsh cries. When she demanded the answer this time to what was the most important thing for him to remember, now and always, he didn't think at all. He just said the simple truth.
"I'm yours. All yours, Mistress."
He could die without complaint. Or, for the first time in his life, the unbearable pain of regret.
Chapter Nineteen
Marius's mind returned to the present as he paused in the archway to the social room. He found her without any difficulty, and not just because she usually favored the horseshoe booth which could accommodate her, Lyda, Marguerite, Lisette and Violet most comfortably for their regular get-togethers in The Zone lounge.
She was a total cock tease tonight, even more than usual. Wet black latex from ankle to waist, and a velvet vest over it that had a deep plunge neckline and mesh sides that hinted at the swells of her breasts. Her boots were needle stilettos with tiny little ankle chains strung with several glittering red gemstones. She had matching tiny red beads dangling from her earlobes.
He'd put those on her tonight. He'd also helped her dress as she'd required, only allowed to touch her as was necessary to prepare her. After he'd zipped the boot over her latex clad leg, she'd angled the sharp heel and pressed it into his testicles, accessible to her because he was naked, kneeling and knees spread so she could play with him as she desired. Sometimes he wore clothes at home, sometimes he didn't. It was up to her, and earlier tonight had been a no-clothes night. That usually meant she was in the mood to be extra demanding and domineering.
Since he'd committed to a three-hour shift at The Zone, it had only increased his anticipation, thinking about what she might require from him when his work was done. He came to her now, kneeling at her side without interrupting her conversation. Her hand dropped onto the back of his neck, sliding under the strap of his collar to hold it and let him feel the pressure of her ownership. Whenever he was away from her for any length of time, he always felt a release of tension at the vital reconnection.
"Shep, Tyler's partner, is finalizing the gladiator night protocol," Marguerite was saying. "Men or women fighters permitted, certain rules to prevent serious injury, but it would be primal play. Winner fucks the loser in whatever manner that winner's Dom wants. Oral, ass, genitals, etc. Obviously, the participants would be subs without hard limits involving those conditions."
"That would be a hell of a sight," Violet said, a purr in her voice. "If it stays manageable. Things can already get pretty intense in primal play."
"Well, Tyler's thinking is that Marius has a lot of experience in fighting, so if he wanted the extra pay, he could be the referee and call it if things are getting too out of hand. And they'd have the usual DMs watching to help break things up if needed." Regina ran her fingers along the hair at his nape. "What do you think, sweet boy? You have my permission to talk."
He'd stiffened at the initial mention of it. He didn't want her to order him to fight. He'd realized that the fighting was his way of purging his demons, battling them back, but the violence that swamped him during it had often kept him firmly in their grasp. But as he realized that wasn't what was being expected of him, he relaxed, and chided himself for thinking she would feel otherwise.
"I could do that, Mistress," he said. He turned his face to nuzzle her, kiss the soft underside of her forearm. When he tested her, using some tongue, she tugged his hair a little harder. "Don't push. Else I'll slap a cock harness on you."
Which she also knew only made his dick jump to higher attention. He wanted to serve her. He wanted the other Mistresses to go about their business so he could do what he'd wanted to do all night. To bring her to screaming, clawing orgasm with his mouth, his cock, his hands, his submission...whatever got her off, he wanted to be the source and the drive for it. If that made him a selfish bastard, a
pushy bottom, he was okay with that, because if it was wrong, she'd make him pay for it. And he was okay with that, too. So he muttered his response. An infraction, but soft enough that it wasn't intended to challenge her. Just goad her and give her an excuse to be even tougher with him.
"Promises, promises."
She sighed, but he caught the quirk at the corners of her lips. "Have to take this pain in the ass in hand. See you later, ladies."
"Need any help?" Mistress Lisette examined her nails. "That post tea-party event was very memorable. Wouldn't mind a repeat."
"Not tonight," she said. "Tonight I want him all to myself."
"Selfish bitch," Violet said, laughter in her voice.
"Yeah, like you share. Mac has been off the market to anyone since you claimed his fine ass. Don't want to hear any BS about my selfishness."
"It's what happens when you ladies get all monogamous," Lisette said, chuckling. "Since she has two subs, I'd ask Lyda to support me on this, but she's almost as possessive with them as you two are with your one-man shows."
Regina rose, the banter continuing, and bade Marius rise to his feet. He followed her, any teasing disappearing from his mind as he watched the sway of her hips in the leave-nothing-to-the-imagination latex, the brush of her hair on her shoulder blades, and inhaled her scent. His heart leaped as she took him down the hall to the private rooms. That was what he wanted, too. Just her.
When she stopped in front of Room 11, he opened the door for her. Her eyes warmed in approval. She preceded him in and he followed, closing the door behind them.
There was no equipment in the room, though there was a cabinet he was sure had some toys in it. She might have stashed some of her own there. On the floor was a cushioned mat. Multiple embedded rings with attached cuffs were at the corners and sides of it.
"Take off all your clothes and lay on your back on the mat. Cuff your ankles and one hand, and lay your other hand in the last cuff."
