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“Speak, pet.” I didn’t need to give him any more guidance as he began to ramble things.Yes, please, more my Mistress, don’t stop.His pleas and whining desires poured from his lips in an endless flow of delight for my pleasure alone and, dear God, how I reveled in it.
I found his cock, hanging down below him, pushing into the leather of the bench, my hand wrapping around the tip.
“Fuck, you’re dripping for me, pet. Such a sloppy little slut.” My fingers played, teased, twirled, and tormented the tortured tip as he gasped and panted, his release on the brink. My thrusts came faster, grinding into him and pushing him ever closer.
I circled my fingers around him, just below the pulsing crown of his cock, and squeezed hard, staving off his orgasm to further his torment.
“Beg.” I shifted my grasp, cupping my hand over the head of his cock as I swiveled and polished the head of his aching length, matching my strokes with the thrusts of my pelvis.
“Please. Oh, God, Mistress! I need… I can’t… I want… Please!”
I chuckled sinisterly as I held off, quickening my pace and pushing him further while denying him the permission to cum he so fervently needed.
“Oh, I think you can do better than that, pet. Try harder.” I released the tip of his cock, my hands moving back to his hips as I thrust deep, grinding slower, sensually pressing against his prostate with every twist and turn of my hips.
“Goddess Divine, Mistress, please!” His keening words seemed to echo through my ears, fueling my own pleasure, my hips grinding into him, pressing my clit into the base of the strap-on in search of my own satisfaction.
“Don’t stop.” My voice, low and full of hoarse desire, rang out into the room. The murmurs of the gathered crowd fell away, leaving only him, only me, only this moment. His back arched, his thigh trembling as his impending orgasm hung on the cliff’s edge, threatening to spill over into oblivion at the slightest touch.
“Please, Mistress. I’ll do anything.” His sobs of need fulfilled everything I was asking.
“Cum, pet. Cum hard for me.” With permission granted, I watched as his body fell into his orgasm like an avalanche, violent, loud, destructive, and completely awe-inspiring. His back arched, his head thrown back, he looked and sounded like a man possessed as ropes of hot cum jetted from his cock in rhythmic spurts, all over the spanking bench beneath him.
He twitched, shuddered, and trembled as the aftershocks of his orgasm racked his body. I slowly pulled out of him, unbuckling the strapon and tossing it to the table. A blanket in hand, I carefully helped him from the table, covering his shaking nude form.
“Good boy. You were so good, pet. So fucking good for me.” I murmured praise softly, my arm wrapped around his waist as we made our way from the open room towards the aftercare rooms in the back hallway. Bex was taking care of cleanup for me, like the good girl she was.
As the door shut solidly behind me, I turned back to the beautiful, submissive man sitting on the bed.
“Septus, you were—” I began, but before I could finish my thought, his hands were on my waist, pulling me to him. His arms wrapped around my lower back, his head nuzzled between my breasts in a non-sexual way as he sought comfort.
“Lady Luxe, I…” he trailed off, unable to find words.
“Tell me what you need.” My fingers played in the thick strands of his hair. I wanted to hold him, wanted to kiss him. Fuck me, but I wanted to throw away every rule in my rule book and find pleasure in his arms. I was vibrating with dominant energy. I wanted more. No, Ineededmore. But that wasn’t negotiated. That wasn’t discussed. And even if it was, it crossed a boundary for me. And if I crossed that boundary, how many more would dissolve? How could I keep the entire structure of my life from crumbling down around me?
“You. Just you.” His words came in shuddering breaths as we lay back on the bed, curled up in one another’s arms, his head on my chest. My breathing matched his, though while he was coming down from the intense scene, I was trying to control the rising desire for the sensual, submissive man in my arms.
I was well and truly fucked.
CHAPTER12
“How did tonight go — oof!”I slammed into Jamie, wrapping my arms around his waist the moment I stepped through the door, cutting off his words. “Whoa. Are you okay?”
“No,” I whispered, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
“Hey, hey now. Come sit.” Jamie led me to the living room, both of us sitting on the sofa with my arms still wrapped around him, craving connection with him, with something stable, something sure and unwavering. “What’s going on, love? Did something go wrong with the scene tonight?”
Jamie’s hand ran laps up and down the length of my arm, offering me comfort and touch that I so desperately needed.
“Everything was perfect. Horribly, disastrously perfect.” I kept my face hidden in the hollow of his shoulder, unable to face him, just as I was unable to face the truth of my feelings.
“I’m going to need a little more context on that particular contradiction of words, love,” he said, gently teasing. I sat up with a heavy sigh, brushing the errant tears from my cheeks with a frustrated swipe of my hand.
“The scene was absolute perfection, but also, it wasn’t.”
“Go on.”
“It was beautiful. We were so connected. Too connected.”
