“Sir,” Ophelia breathed. “You’re here.”
I hadn’t announced myself, but she recognized me immediately by touch alone.
“I’m here,” I confirmed. “Are you having fun?”
“Yes, Sir…” She was in subspace. Deep. I could tell by her voice. It had gone all soft and hazy, as though she were speaking to me through a dream. She whined and my blood roared. “But…”
“But?”
She whimpered. Her body gave a sudden, shuddery jerk, and I knew if she didn’t have the rope holding her up, she’d be a puddle on the floor.
“Please…” she begged. “I…I need it…oh…God…I need to cum so bad…”
A devious thrill whipped through me.
It was his cock she was riding.
Her tongue she was grinding against.
But it wasmeshe needed to cum.
Me.
A man should not crave this much control.
And yet…
I was so hard, my cock had a heartbeat. I encircled my hand around her throat and pulled her in so I could hear each tortured, ragged breath. I grazed my mouth against hers and trapped her plump bottom lip between my teeth until I heard that delicious whine.
I knew what she needed.
One word. One single word from me to end her ache.
“Please,” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse. She looked close to tears.
She was begging for it. She didn’t have to.
I’d give her what she craved.
And I’d remind her who she belonged to.
“Give, Ophelia,” I growled in her ear. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
She came immediately. Ophelia threw her head back and cried out, a sound of both relief and agony.
I was peripherally aware of the other people in the room. Jekyll let out a pleased noise as Ophelia flooded her mouth. She didn’t cease until Ophelia’s entire body was trembling. Zero moaned, but he knew better than to beg. Jekyll never put up with that. He’d take what she gave him, and be lucky for it.
Truly, I liked them. But their needs didn’t concern me.
Every atom of me was focused on Ophelia.
I kept my hand on her throat, stroking the column of it with my thumb. “Good,” I coaxed her through it. “There’s my good girl.”
I watched every change in her face, the way her mouth twisted, her eyebrows furrowing. The way she whimpered and moaned. The way the chain on her tits shimmered as her body trembled in the aftershocks.
I pulled the blindfold back against her hairline. Ophelia’s eyes were bright when they met mine. She broke into a euphoric smile.
One thing I loved about Ophelia: she loved playing.
