Page 8 of Sating the Satyr

“Green.” He gasps softly, egging me on.

Swapping the feather out for a ribbon, letting it lazily drag over his skin, occasionally the back of my knuckles joining. He shimmies on the bed, attempting to adjust himself, pulling my attention to his now fully erect and delicious cock. The thickness alone makes my mouth water at the sight. Veins decorate it like thick cords, reminding me of his bondage interest. Another session. I force myself to hold back and not get carried away. But the nagging need to try it all with this man is eating at me.

“Mistress,” he pleads, “I need… I-”

Breaking my protocol, I drop the ribbon and wrap my hand around his length, fingers never meeting. A gentle, husky sound slips between us, leaving us both guessing who made it. I give him a little squeeze, dragging my hand up, then back down. His skin moving like ripples in an ocean with my motions. Fylis’s face turns rosy as he moves into my grasp, letting out soft whimpers. Fuck, what was I supposed to be doing? Edging, that’s right.

I stroke him a few more times, then stop, keeping him in my hand. A sigh pours from his lips in exacerbation.

“Please, Mistress,” panting between shallow breaths, “I want-need to come. Green. Please.”

“You beg so nicely, Fylis. You’ve been such a good boy in these final moments of our session, but unfortunately, that’s all the time we have.” With a final stroke, I let go, his cock slapping obscenely against his stomach. I remove his eye mask to see his eyes glistening before he looks away, turning his head over so slightly. Was he about to cry? I mean, I love a good edging, but perhaps I did get a little carried away with my new delicate client.

“Color.” Standing between his thighs once again, I pull his face up to meet mine. “Fylis, color, please.”

“Green.” He swallows hard and begins buttoning his shirt. I step out of his space and collect myself. Why can’t I stay in character tonight? When he stands, my body feels like a magnet calling to him. He reaches the last button, and I dash forward to button it for him.

“Let me.” His hands fall to his sides as I finish. “You did so well today, Fylis. I’m looking forward to our next session.” Our eyes meet, and my world nearly shatters. Those warm chestnut eyes filled with so much emotion drag me under like a wave. Gods, he’s beautiful.

“I’m looking forward to it, Mistress. Shall I see myself out?” I’m so distracted by his beauty, I nearly forget about aftercare.

“You still look a little stiff, come sit on the couch and let me take care of you first.” I don’t miss that tail twitch, eagerly thinking I’m going to let him cum again. We take a seat on the couch, and I turn him to the side so I can reach his shoulders. I run my hands over them, squeezing and rubbing his knotted muscles. Sighs pour from his lips as I work a particularly stubborn knot out.

“Wow, I needed that. This is so nice.”

“Nicer than me touching your cock?” He laughs, and it sounds like a melody.

“No, definitely not.” His hand covers mine. “Thank you, Mistress. This was very enlightening.”

A smile tugs at my lips as we stand and walk towards the door together, a comfortable distance apart. While pulling on his blazer, he kept his eyes glued to mine. We chipped away at the walls today, and he already seems lighter.

“Anything I should work on until our next session, Mistress?” Ever the overachiever, this one.

“Edging. I want you to bring yourself to the edge every time you touch yourself, but never fall over. Try that a few times before you submit to the pleasure. Can you do that for me, Fylis? If you do, I will reward you at our next session.” I slip him a card with my personal cell number on it. Another breach of protocol.

A boyish grin paints his features, “Shall I update you every time, Mistress?” So eager to please, I’m thankful for the breakthrough.

“I expect it.” I meet his grin with my own as he slips out the door into the busy lounge. Closing the door, I fall against it, sliding to the floor. My hands weave through my hair as I growl in frustration. My eyes land on my private drawer of the nightstand. I need to address this tension, then get myself back in check. I cannot feel this way about him.

Chapter 10

Fylis

When the door shuts, my heart starts pounding in my chest, in a good way, finally. I practically danced out of there. Humming a melody, I glide towards the exit, picturing Jade’s hands caressing my horns, before I slam into a rigid body.

“Fylis, you look refreshed.” I forgot Burgess was here, damn it. I try to school my features to appear merely content, not keen on letting him win.

“Yes, the session was enlightening. I’m looking forward to research-”

His palm clobbers me, nearly knocking me to the floor. “Ah, so you enjoyed Jade’s work? I’m very pleased to hear that.”

At the mention of her name, my mask falls. “She’s magical. I- I’m glad you recommended her. I really enjoyed myself tonight, Burgess. Thank you.” Whispering the last part, he leans down.

“What was that? Go on, say it louder.” A dumb smile tugs at his lips.

“Thank you,” I grumble only an octave louder.

He moves out of my way, and I rush out the door with a grin. My cock throbs, excited as I am to get home and practice.