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After they finished dinner, Ilias had ordered her to suck his cock. She’d performed the ritual right there in the middle of the dining room. She felt people watching as she used her hands and lips to free his cock and put the condom on, then plugged her own ass and attached the chains to the simple black cuffs. This time had been slightly different because he didn’t fuck her face, she sucked his dick. Master Ben—whom Master Geise called Ilias—had ordered her to crawl under the table and take his cock in her mouth once she was plugged.
She’d worked to pleasure him, but he forced her to go slow, gripping her hair and ordering her to just hold his cock in her mouth. She could only listen to what else was going on in the room—the sounds of slaps and cries of pleasure and pain.
Eventually he stood, and she inched out from under the table. He gripped her head and fucked her face for a few brutal minutes before he came.
After that, he released her from the cuffs, took the plug from her ass, and told her they were done for the night but asked her to meet him in the library for aftercare. Intriguingly, he’d instructed her to bring layers, so once they were done with aftercare, they could transition completely out of the power exchange and discuss what he had described as their “extreme” items.
Josslyn had gone for a sheer dress with nothing underneath for aftercare. It was the same raw-silk garment she’d worn earlier but in a different color.
She’d shrugged a long cardigan on over the top, for the walk. Sleep shorts and a matching tank top with a built-in bra were tucked under her arm. She’d worn this set for scenes in the past, but they were the most “normal” attire she had in her locker. She could have brought the slacks and long-sleeved blouse that she’d arrived in, but that would be too much like bringing the outside world into Las Palmas.
At the door of the library, she shrugged off the sweater, wrapping it around the silky pajamas. Holding the bundle in one hand, she entered the library.
Though elegant shelves lined the walls, there were no books in this library. Instead, the lighted shelves displayed a collection of both elegant modern and antique sex toys and “marital aids.”
There was a bar along one wall, and across from it a massive fireplace with beautiful hand-painted tiles surrounding the arch. Comfortable, sturdy furniture was set in small groupings, while a few high-top bar tables were clustered in a corner. This room, along with the dining room, were the primary indoor public spaces.
If someone wanted to scene in public, they usually set up in one of the courtyards, as those offered more space, and more options as far as equipment. But many of the low ottomans in the library had discreet metal rings screwed into the wooden legs, allowing them to be used as bondage furniture.
Ilias sat on a couch, folded blankets on the seat beside him.
Josslyn walked over and stopped, not sure what to do. He’d said the active part of the scene was officially over, but they weren’t fully done.
Did the restrictive rules still apply? He hadn’t said one way or another. And she was wearing clothes, which was against the rules but matched the recent order he’d given.
Josslyn decided to do what she’d done when she first met him and follow her instincts.
She slipped to her knees beside him, chin up, eyes lowered, but thighs together.
“Master Ben,” she said softly.
In response, he set one blanket on the ottoman in front of the couch and spread the other out on the seat beside him. “Sit with me.”
Josslyn tucked her other clothes under the ottoman then climbed onto the couch. The blanket was silky against her bare legs as she sat. Much to her delight, Ilias twisted and pulled her back to lean against him. Josslyn stretched her legs out, and Ilias tossed the second blanket over her, covering her from toes to shoulders. His arms came around her midsection, holding her with a comforting, firm pressure.
Josslyn let her head fall back against his shoulder.
They sat in silence for several moments, and the warm comfort of the moment was bliss.
“Any pain I need to know about?” Ilias asked softly.
“My pussy is a little sore,” she teased. “No idea why.”
She couldn’t see his face, but Josslyn hoped he smiled.
“Sore is expected, but are you still in any acute pain?”
“No, Sir.”
His hand shifted to her leg, squeezing her thigh. “Good.”
“Good that it doesn’t hurt, or good that it’s sore?”
“I think you know the answer to that. It’s both. If you weren’t a little sore, it would mean I didn’t have you ride the horse properly.”
Josslyn soaked up his words.
“And I think the reason you asked is because you wanted to hear me say that.”
