Chapter Five
Brute stared at Lizzie. She had a giant grin on her face. His heart swelled with pride that he’d said the right thing. He wasn’t sure why, but he got the feeling she’d had problems with her subs before, but not anymore. He would do everything in his power to be the most well behaved, pleasurable sub she’d ever had and, if he had his way, he’d be her last submissive.
She started up a windmill motion with the flogger. The flogger would land with a thud, a small sting, and slide across his skin then disappear, leaving heat in its wake. The sensation felt strange- but all-consuming. She moved the flogger from thigh to thigh then across his abs. She repeated the same sequence over and over. The whole time, the sensation built higher and higher. He was so close to something. He didn’t even know what, but then she landed the flogger on his cock, and an explosion of awareness lit him up like a firework from head to toe.
“Oh fuck!”
“Do you like it, Ernest?” The way she said his name, drawing out the syllables like she was feasting on the word, drove him crazy.
“Jesus Christ, yes.” She landed the flogger on his cock again, and he almost failed. He managed to keep from coming at the very last minute. “I’m gonna come if you do that again.”
“Ooo…is that right?”
He couldn’t tell from her tone whether it was good thing or a bad thing. Her next words confused him even more.
“How quick can you recover after coming, Ernest?”
“Sorry, what?”
She dragged the flogger up the underside of his erection, gentle, yet it felt like he would die if she stopped. “I want to know, if I let you come now, how long before you will be hard again?”
“I don’t know exactly, but maybe five minutes.” If truth be told, it would be more like two seconds, assuming he even went soft in the first place. There was so much adrenaline and testosterone coursing through his system, he felt like he could go on for hours.
Lizzie knelt on the footstool, putting her mouth right in line with his dick. He couldn’t be this lucky. “I want to taste you, Ernest. Come when you’re ready.” She placed her mouth around his dick, swallowing far more than he thought her capable of, and then started up a slow, steady, rhythm, sucking and flicking her tongue.
He was so caught up in watching her hot, wet mouth slide over his cock he didn’t even notice what she was doing with her hands. There was a snapping sound, a rush of fire-like pleasure, and he couldn’t hold on any longer. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over him. His knees went weak, and his eyes closed as every ounce of strength drained away with the bliss of his orgasm.
Lizzie swallowed the last of Brute’s semen then looked up to see his head hanging forward. He no longer held onto the restraints but hung by his wrists instead.
Moving as fast as she could, she found the winch and lowered the chains until he was kneeling but still held up.
“Brute.” She tapped him on the cheek. “Please, wake up.”
His eyes fluttered then opened wide. She’d never been so relieved to see the green of his irises. “Are you okay?”
He looked around. “Yeah, what happened?”
“I think you passed out.”
“Wow, never had that happen before.”
Neither had Lizzie. She’d seen the odd case of a sub passing out when finally allowed to climax, but they had always been women.
She reached up and undid the chains holding his hands. She rubbed his wrists, but their shifter DNA prevented any marks.
“Are you okay to continue? Or do you need a minute?”
He met her gaze, not looking away or blinking. “No, I’m fine to continue. See.” He pointed to his dick. “Someone is already raring to go.”
She couldn’t stop the chuckle that spilled forth. “Well as nice as that sounds, I do believe it’s my turn.”
Brute nodded, but she’d already told him she needed words. She gave him a stern look, waiting to see if he would correct himself.
“Sorry, yes, as you wish.”
The power of having such a virile male specimen willing to do whatever she asked was heady. Her arousal returned with a vengeance.
“See the throne over there, Ernest?”
