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“Not yet, Sir, but I’m not going to be able…” A wave of pleasure nearly drowned her, but Josslyn clenched every muscle she could, from her jaw down to her toes. That managed to push the orgasm off.
“Do better,” Master Geise said.
There was a slight pause in the licking, and then it started up again. This time, it was the pointed tip of the other woman’s tongue that circled Josslyn’s clit. Josslyn’s hips bounced up, her body trying to grind against the sub’s face.
Ilias put his hand on her stomach and pressed down, pinning her in place.
“You understand you’ll be punished?” Ilias asked.
Josslyn blinked hard. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, I’m trying—”
“Are you afraid of being punished?”
“By you,” she said softly.
Ilias had been watching the other sub, but now his gaze jerked to her face. There was something in his expression that made her wish she could call the words back. “Because I’m cruel,” he said.
“No, Sir. Well, I mean yes, you are, but I like that.” Wave after wave of pleasure slid through her, and she knew it was now only a matter of moments before she came. Her fractured attention, split between the physical pleasure and their conversation, made her reveal too much with her words.
“I need you. I need to be used. I need you to be cruel and strict and then smile.”
He watched her with that focused intensity that should have made her clam up, but instead, she wanted to tell him everything, if only so he’d keep paying attention to her.
“But I don’t want to disappoint you, Sir. That’s why I’m sorry. I’m only afraid of being punished because it means I disobeyed.”
Ilias rose from his chair so he could bend over the table. He gripped her throat, squeezing just enough to make the blood pound in her ears. He leaned down so low that she felt the puff of his words as he spoke against her cheek.
“I wasn’t that hungry anyway.”
In the second it took her to process what he meant, her body finally lost the battle. The orgasm ripped through her, all the more intense because she’d fought it. Josslyn opened her mouth and gasped, fighting to inhale against the pressure he applied to her throat, which only made it better. Her thigh muscles trembled, her toes curled, and her pussy clenched tight, trying to milk a cock that wasn’t there.
The sub didn’t stop. She knew exactly what she was doing because she softened the touch, rubbing the flat of her tongue gently against Josslyn’s clit hood. It prolonged the pleasure without inducing a wince.
Josslyn’s eyes went wide as a second wave of pleasure slid through her. Ilias’s face was right above hers. He was studying her, one feature at a time, and when his gaze returned to hers, he smiled.
Beside them, Master Geise cleared his throat. “It looks like your sub came.”
Ilias eased down into his chair, releasing her neck. Josslyn’s thighs started to twitch, as now even the gentle pressure of the other woman’s tongue was too much.
“She did,” Ilias confirmed.
Master Geise reached over Josslyn’s body and between her legs to grab a handful of his sub’s hair. “Enough.”
The sub sat up, neck twisted as Master Geise pulled on her hair. Peter regarded his sub for a moment, expression unreadable. “I guess I won’t be using you as a footstool after all.”
Chapter 8
It was late, but the club was still bustling. Josslyn passed four different intriguing scenes on her way from the Subs’ Garden to the library.
It had been a couple hours since the orgasm on the table. After Master Geise left with his sub, and Master Ben had placed Josslyn back on her knees on the floor, he started to feed her off his plate. She declined. Living with a food allergy meant she never ate something she didn’t pick, order, or make herself. When she explained, he’d apologized. She half-expected him to end their scene for the evening, but he’d gone with her to the buffet, holding a plate for her to fill. There were small tags next to each dish listing allergens, including eggs, which was an accommodation the club implemented when she joined.
Once back at the table, she expected him to give her the plate she’d filled, but he ordered her to her knees. He fed her, using a separate set of utensils he kept well away from his own plate and cutlery.
Despite what he’d said about being done eating, once he’d fed her, Master Ben finished his own food. That left Josslyn with no idea if she’d disobeyed and earned another punishment by coming.
But any forthcoming punishment wouldn’t happen tonight.
She was on her way to aftercare.
