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He fingered the crotch of the suit, rubbing the bump against her clit. She squeezed her eyes closed, concentrating on the pleasure, almost missing the sound of him zipping the suit closed again.
Then he was freeing her from the stocks, and she swayed against him, light-headed either from pleasure or heat.
Her pussy felt swollen after the orgasm, the ridge jammed up hard against her clit, her ass full of whatever he’d put in there, the closed suit ensuring that it couldn’t slip out.
He pulled her back against his chest, then reached one hand down, cupping between her legs.
“Grind on it until you come,” he growled in her ear.
Josslyn didn’t think or question, she obeyed.
She ground her tender pussy and sensitive clit down on the hard ridge, rolling her hips in a little side-to-side circular motion.
His free hand cupped her throat, squeezing gently, adding to the pressure of the tight neckband.
Josslyn laid her head back against his shoulder, each breath hot and wet. She felt light-headed in a delicious way, the world seeming to sway around her.
Then she was coming, this orgasm harder and sharper because it was prompted by direct clitoral stimulation.
She reached up as she came, grabbing his arm where it crossed over her chest, her nails digging into his skin.
Josslyn screamed in pleasure, or at least she tried to. The scream came out as a thin shriek, as if she couldn’t take in enough air to actually scream.
Then Master Bennani swung her up into his arms, the world spinning crazily around her, and Josslyn closed her eyes.
Chapter 12
The door to one of the Sub Rosa Court playrooms was open. Ilias stuck his head in.
Master Benson was in there with Cleo, a striking female sub. At first, Ilias thought they were just resting, but then Cleo arched her back and murmured, “Master.”
A hands-off scene. Benson was brooding in a chair, while Cleo reclined on a daybed, moaning, thanks to some unseen thing Benson was doing to her.
Ilias waited for Benson to look over at where he stood in the door, Josslyn in his arms.
“Are you using your bathroom?” Ilias asked.
Benson glanced at Josslyn, then back to him. “No.”
“Good.”
Ilias carried Josslyn into the room, past the other Dom-sub couple, and into the spacious bathroom.
The Sub Rosa Court playrooms could be mistaken for high-end hotel suites, at least until someone noticed the strategically placed hooks bolted into most pieces of furniture. But like a hotel room, these had large ensuite bathrooms.
Bathrooms outfitted to accommodate very specific fetishes.
That thought made Ilias itch to add to their list, to do things to Josslyn that would force her to yield every part of herself to him.
Later. Right now, what he needed was the tub.
Josslyn was still flushed, though the color was starting to fade from her cheeks. As soon as he had her out of the stocks, he’d unzipped the back of the rubber suit to let out some of the heat, but he wanted to get her thoroughly cooled off, and the best way to do that was water.
The bathroom was easily the size of a bedroom, with a large roman-style tub, multiheaded shower stall with several handheld wands, and a separate steam shower. There was also a long vanity with both a stool and bench tucked under it. A room in the corner led to the separate room for the toilet.
Ilias guided Josslyn to the vanity stool, hooking his foot around it to tug it out from under the counter. She sat stiffly, the latex squeaking, and he turned on the tub taps. He set the digital temperature control to 80 degrees and turned back to Josslyn.
When he held out his hands, she put her fingers in his palms. He pulled her to her feet and then turned her to face the mirror.
