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“What’s your color, sweetheart?” There was no response, just another shudder through her body. Adam stepped closer, letting the flogger droop downwards. “Angel, what’s your color?”
She blinked and her eyes refocused on him. Not in subspace then, the elusive headspace a submissive could reach during a particularly intense scene. At that point the color and safe word systems ceased to work because a sub would accept almost anything done to them.
Adam was both relieved and disappointed Angel wasn’t there, although he could tell she was close. Reminding himself he wanted her fully aware of who she was with, and what they were doing, he cleared his throat.
“Angel, what’s your color sweetheart?”
For a moment she seemed to search for the words and then she smiled up at him, a beautiful smile of complete trust and bliss. “Green.”
“Good girl.”
And he rewarded her, and himself, by switching his flogger to his left hand and thrusting his right hand between her legs. She was so very wet, practically dripping, as he found her entrance and pressed two fingers inside of her. Heat convulsed around him as he stared into her eyes, filling her vision as he stretched her pussy.
Angel rocked against him with a whimper, her swollen, wet folds rubbing against his palm and the heel of his hand.
“Please…” Her voice was a thready, needy whisper.
“Please what, Angel?”
Her head fell back as she moaned. He worked his fingers inside of her, reveling in her abandoned sensuality, the way her body spasmed in response to his manipulations.
“I want you… please… more…”
Shit. Adam’s cock pulsed as he realized what she was asking for, knowing it wasn’t possible. During her Introduction Scene she hadn’t given him permission for more than hands and toys and they’d established at the beginning of this scene they would continue to use those parameters. Just because she wanted it now when she was lost in an erotic haze of need, that didn’t mean he could go about changing the scene. He had to honor the agreement they’d come to beforehand. It was the same as getting her drunk—right now she was blitzed on pleasure and she wasn’t completely in her right mind.
He wouldn’t take advantage of her, but he would give her a mind-blowing orgasm and maybe next time…
“Shhh,” he murmured, leaning into her and allowing himself the titillation of feeling her body pressing against his, as much as he could with his hand between them. Their foreheads pressed together, lips only an inch or so apart, so he could look right into her eyes. He would find satisfaction in the incredible closeness of their bodies and the intimacy of the moment, and that was all the satisfaction he would find from her tonight. “I’m going to take care of you.”
“More… please… Adam… I want to… oh God… please… fuck me…”
Even as she said the words it was as if the very idea propelled her over the edge and into glorious climax. Her entire body shivered as he leaned into her, pressing her against the cross as her pussy tightened around his fingers. Rubbing the heel of his hand over her wet flesh, he could feel the swollen nub of her clit pressing back and he worked it as relentlessly as his fingers did inside of her. Angel sobbed his name over and over again, making his knees weak with his desire to be inside of her as she came, to make her scream his name.
As her orgasm slowed and then subsided, Adam found himself leaning against her almost for support. The scene had taken more out of him than he’d realized, as the sounds of the Dungeon came flooding back. He’d almost forgotten where they were and that they had an audience. Ignoring the appreciative sounds behind him, Adam knelt down to hastily undo the ankle restraints, before holding her up with one of his arms as he released her wrists.
Mistress Lisa was working as a Dungeon Monitor and she was there to hand him a blanket to wrap Angel in, giving him an approving smile before she disappeared back into the crowd. Knowing she would send someone over to clean the equipment, Adam tenderly wrapped Angel up in the blanket and carried her over to the aftercare section.
Settling her onto his lap, she nuzzled right into his chest. Actually, she insisted on unbuttoning his shirt so she could stick her nose right into his chest hair. It tickled as she rubbed her face against his chest for a moment, and then subsided with a happy sigh.
She wasn’t in subspace, but she wasn’t quite coherent either. All she wanted to do right now was cuddle and he was happy to fulfill that desire for her. Aftercare was taking care of whatever the submissive’s needs were following a scene, and while he knew he was going to need to get her a bottle of water in a bit, right now he was going to enjoy holding her in his arms.
Quietly hoping she’d want to repeat scening with him as desperately as he wanted to with her.
14
Angel
Music blared from Angel’s speakers as she tried to concentrate on her latest project—a corset for Lexie. It was going to be the exact same shade of blue as Lexie’s eyes, which would look electric against her black hair. A little smile flitted across Angel’s face as she thought about how much it would piss off all of Lexie’s “big brothers” to see her in such a garment, because she was pretty sure there was no way Lexie would want one of the high-necked shirts Angel had worn when she’d donned the same corset for a night at Stronghold.
Pissing off Lexie’s ‘big brothers’ sounded pretty good right now.
Well, okay, really only one of them. The others were kind of innocent bystanders, but she didn’t care if this drew their ire as well. Right now she was feeling a bit pissy.
It was Tuesday evening, three days since her visit to Stronghold, and all she could think about was Master Adam. Mostly she thought about how incredibly humiliating it was to have begged him to fuck her and be rejected, although logically she knew he couldn’t have done anything else. She was more upset about her own loss of control and letting him know how much she wanted him when she didn’t have any kind of idea as to his own feelings.
After their scene, their incredibly intense and soul-baring scene, he’d delivered her back upstairs to Mike without a single qualm. Hadn’t seemed bothered when Mike had taken one look at her and declared he was driving them home. Hadn’t said anything other than good night—although there had been a hot, intense look in his eyes when he’d said it—and then let her go!
The next morning she’d tormented herself wondering what he’d done after she’d left the club, because goodness knows he hadn’t gotten off with her… and she’d been well aware while they were cuddling in the aftercare area he’d been hard as a rock. What do you think he did?
