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"Anisten, I said remove your fingers now." She was close a couple of seconds earlier, and five more strokes would make her come. Her eyes flash to mine, and she meets my smirk with a scowl. "Obedience, Heaven. I don't expect you to get it right away, but you won't defy me in my domain, you understand?"
She's panting. I let her regain her composure for a couple of seconds. "Words, please, Heaven."
"Yes, I understand."
"Good," I reply, as I'm about to tackle another subject. "Have you read about twenty-four-seven Dom/sub relationships?" I know Anisten well, and as a lawyer, she’s full of questions but also knows how to do her research. She has come today with more knowledge than other potential subs typically have. It's just who she is. I imagine her doing this work with her sexy librarian glasses perched on her beautiful face.
“Yes,” she answers.
“And?”
“I don’t know if that’s for me.” Her voice is as confident as Anisten is.
I figured as much. “In the bedroom?” I ask, watching her pussy glisten.
“Without knowing, I was already giving you control.”
It’s not the yes I want, but it’s not a no. However, right now, she’s calling out to me to play with her, and I don’t plan to abandon my mission.
I push to my feet, making my way to the nightstand, reaching for a brand-new toy I bought just for my girl. Back at her cage, I open it, standing on the step stool. She’s close enough to the swinging door, and I’m able to push the small vibrator into her, her juices making it easy. “Fuck, Heaven.”
I close the cage and sit down in the same seat, starting it slowly. It’s quiet, but the second the vibration begins, she clutches the sides of her cage and drops her head back.
The speed increases, little by little, until her moans fill the room, and because at times, I can be a sadist, I slow it down to the lowest speed. Edging has always been my preferred method of drawing out the reward of an orgasm.
“Luc,” she whines, and I begin to chuckle at her complaint. Does she really think her little grumble will change my mind?
“Tell me, Heaven. What do you think of public sex?” I ask, and this pulls her from the loss of an immediate orgasm.
“Um, excuse me? Watching it? Being part of it?” she clarifies.
“Oh, baby, it’s more than a probability that you’ll see others in various stages of pre, post, and mid-coitus arousal. Because not only is this particular membership full of kinky bastards, we also trust one another, and anything that happens here, stays here. But I’m asking about you and me. The difference between voyeurism and exhibitionism is voyeurs love to watch and exhibitionists love to be watched. If I went down on you, eating out your pussy, playing with that clit, fingering you in front of others, are you against that?” It had been a no, but I want her to understand what she would be missing.
I take this time to increase the speed, going to the highest tempo, and her hands return to the cage, holding on to it as the orgasm begins to take over. “Ah, oh, oh. Yeah, oh, yes.”
Her breathing hitches and she is completely gasping for air. I let her begin to quake, turning the device to the lowest setting again.
“You don’t have to answer the question, and I won’t fuck you with my tongue or cock, out in front of everyone tonight. But just think about it, baby.”
This time, I put her out of the misery of my edging, starting the speed at the highest level, watching her as she comes undone.
Her voice is strained like I’ve heard her so many times when I bring her to an orgasm. This time, it’s not my cock, but I’m just as pleased with myself as I watch her desire build, she lets out the release and begins to come, as it leaks out of her. This is because of me. No vibrator alone could produce this sort of reaction, but it’s because of everything I am to her, and everything she is to me. I’ve yet to tell her I love her, but I do. And now that I have Anisten, I won’t let her go.
* * *
Murphy has his sub for the night attached to the punishment bench. But it’s merely to torture his gal until she’s about ready to break. He gets off on edging a degree or fifty further than I typically do. Penn has his sub in various stages of shibari, and another close friend, Titus, has his partner, Lars, kneeling at his feet.
Anisten stiffens beside me, her hands in mine almost rigid. I turn my body into her space, whispering in her ear. “Remember, this is whatever we decide it to be. And you choose what we don’t do.” It’s a reminder, though I know she’s been told this several times.
“Okay.”
The music is low, and the lights are dim, as I lead her to an empty couch. She’s dressed back in her catsuit, but I’d unzipped the cleavage, and she’s falling out of her top. The rest of the room is tangled up in their own affairs but I let her look around. After all, public play is for everyone’s eyes.
“Is it hard when you see them out of the club, like Penn?”
Even though she had a hunch, I’d not confirmed her suspicions, but it happens more often than you’d think. Especially in our circle and economic status.
“You get used to it,” I answer.
