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Dev also chuckled. He reached out to catch Sarah’s wrist, then pulled her in, kissing her long and slow.
If Benson were to kiss her like that, it would hurt, thanks to her abused lip.
But Benson wouldn’t kiss her.
“There has to be a way to do this.” Benson looked from the jewelry he held in his palm, back to her pussy.
“Probably, your best bet is to do it and see what happens.” Master Dev idly locked Sarah’s wrists together behind her back, using the clips that dangled from the leather cuffs the other sub wore.
There was a matching collar around Sarah’s neck.
Mal’s neck felt naked.
“Yeah, thanks for stopping in.” Benson looked at the other couple. “I’m glad you’re no longer being ignored, Sarah.”
Sarah blushed, hiding her face against Dev’s chest. There was a story there, and Mal was tempted to ask, but didn’t want to embarrass the other sub.
“The rest of you missed your chance.” Dev’s hand settled possessively on Sarah’s ass. “And good luck with your play piercing.”
“It would be simpler to just do a permanent piercing.” Benson was back to sounding disgruntled.
This time, Mal had no urge to laugh. Her thoughts stepped back to the weekend of her nipple piercing. Back then, she’d blissfully ignored Leo’s warnings about their lack of formal relationship. Who cared if she didn’t wear his “official” collar, or if they were bonded? They matched. They worked. They were two pieces of a kinky puzzle that fit together perfectly.
“Thanks.” Benson walked with Dev and Sarah to the door.
He didn’t close it after they’d gone. As he returned to her, he was back-lit by sunlight.
They’d had breakfast together, but then, rather than going to the courtyard stage, they’d come back to the playroom so Benson could grab ace bandages to go with the bags of ice and ice packs he’d picked up when he’d seen her arms.
He’d then decided that, as long as they were here, he’d fit her with the temporary “play” or “faux” piercing.
That led to the current predicament. How to get the jewelry in place on her clit, without letting her orgasm.
“I shouldn’t have told you how turned on I was.” Mal let her legs drop open further as he took his place at the foot of the table.
“Yes, you should have. You were honest.”
She had been teasing, but his reply was very serious.
“I will try very hard not to come,” she offered.
Benson raised one eyebrow.
“I’ll try…”
“I’m surprised, but glad, that you’re this aroused.” He frowned down at her sex. “Last night was intense.”
She wondered if he was regretting it. If he blamed her.
“It was.” She adjusted her arms, settling them more comfortably against the bags of ice. She could have stopped there but… Honesty.
“It’s not that I’m so keyed up physically that I’m right on edge. It’s more because it’s been a long time since I felt as submissive as I did last night.”
“You regularly scene as a service sub.”
Mal shifted her focus from the sunlight to him. “You’ve watched?”
He snorted. “No. I walked the other way every time I saw you.”
