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“Please…can I come?” he begs breathlessly.
“Good boy,” I reply, petting his back. “You can come now.”
“I’m coming,” he cries with a strangled moan.
He quickly reaches down and strokes his own cock as he comes, making a mess on the bed as I pound into him relentlessly. A sense of pride washes over me at the sight.
I did that.
“Holy fucking shit,” he mumbles as he collapses onto the bed.
I carefully pull out and slip off the harness, dropping it onto the floor. Then I crawl into bed behind him, stroking his back.
“Why did I go so long without trying that?” he asks, and I laugh as he pulls me into his arms.
“I don’t know, but I’m so glad you finally let me,” I reply. “Because I love watching you come like that.”
He rolls onto his back and pulls me onto his body so I’m straddling his hips. My hair is fanned over my face, and he gathers a handful, using it to pull my face down to his for a kiss. I’m smiling against his mouth as he says, “It’s always good to try new things.”
“What would you like to try next?” I ask with a smile as I lean on his chest and stare into his eyes.
He makes a face like he’s thinking hard. “Hmm…I don’t know. There’s gotta be more, right?”
I press a finger to the divot in his chin. “Oh, there’s so much more.”
Digging his hand into my hair, he drags my lips to his. “Teach me everything, Madame.”
“Anything for you, pet,” I reply with a smile.
“Right now, I’d like to try to see how long I can hold my breath.”
When I give him a perplexed expression, he grabs me by the hips and hauls me all the way up until my thighs are around his ears. I let out a loud laugh as my hands latch on to the headboard.
“Now sit,” he says, grabbing my legs and pulling me downward.
My laugh quickly turns to moans as he sucks ravenously on my clit. I relax into the sensation, and I let him take control. I’m not worried about roles or right and wrong at this point.
When I’m with him, I stop thinking. I focus only on how it feels. Because everything with him feels so good.
What am I doing?
I’m standing outside Clay’s apartment building, ready to walk inside and break all the rules.
If I do this, who will I be? Eden or Madame Kink?
It’s like I’m reliving the same dream over and over, and I can’t seem to wake up.
I’m a Dominatrix. I fulfill the role of Domme for money. I don’t form intimate, personal relationships. I’m a fucking businesswoman.
I don’t stand outside shaking nervously because I know that if I go in there, everything will change.
I don’t do that.
I’m the walking, talking embodiment of confidence. I am the woman in the mirror that stared back at me seven and a half years ago. Not the one trembling and on the run.
But here I am. Fucking trembling.
All I have to do is text Clay and Jade and tell them that this is crossing a professional boundary, and I think it’s best we go our separate ways. Then I can just drive to Salacious, find a willing partner, and go back to the way things were before. Everyone loves me there. I don’t need to seek out attention or validation from these two people. I don’t need anything from them.
