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Ari’s consciousness drifted further into the well of need as Dylan’s tongue played her like an expert violinist with such expertise. Mastery of each of Ari’s sensitive areas and playing them in a perfect sequence caused a symphony to erupt within her. As soon as Dylan’s tongue filled her entrance, Ari’s muscles clenched as if to draw her further inside. About to tip over the edge, her involuntary cry echoed through the room.
Dylan stopped. “Not so fast, angel. Do you have permission to come?”
Ari’s irritated gaze collided with Dylan’s impish smirk, shimmering with the coat of lip gloss that was her essence. Wanting nothing more than for her to continue, she raised an eyebrow along with her own mischievous smirk and said, “No.” Then added, “Boss.”
Dylan must have liked the added touch of calling her “Boss.” Before Ari knew it, Dylan had picked her up again. This time, she brought Ari to the other side of the room. The cold air tweaked Ari’s nipples, causing them to tighten, ready for Dylan’s attention.
After bringing her to the bench on the other side of the room, Dylan guided Ari forward with care. She bent Ari at the waist so her body made an inverted V. “Wait here,” she said.
When Dylan returned with leather cuffs, she gently took each of Ari’s wrists. Once secured to the rings along the edge, Dylan stepped behind her. Then a sharp smack interrupted Ari’s attempt to see what was to come. It wasn’t a hard smack, but it was enough to jolt her, grab her attention, and cause a tingle to grow within her core, then pulse through her body.
The growing pool of Ari’s arousal trickled down the inside of her thigh, only to be caught by Dylan’s greedy tongue. A layer of goose bumps covered her skin from the sensation. Just as they subsided, another smack came down, harder this time, causing a gasp to escape Ari’s breath. As she recovered from it, Dylan secured her ankles to the legs of the bench, keeping her spread, vulnerable, and on display.
What happened next wasn’t at all what Ari thought would occur. She had expected more expertly delivered swats to her ass. Instead, the sensation of Dylan’s caress on her bottom soothed the tender skin. Almost as if in the middle of a massage, Ari took a deep breath to relax into it. What followed, just as she closed her eyes to enjoy this, was a burning sting as a leather paddle connected with her flesh. It drove the ache in her center to new heights.
Ari’s back arched up as she wanted to pull away from the pain until Dylan’s tender touch caressed her again. The teetering between pain and care had Ari’s mind walking a tightrope, hoping not to fall.
“Good girl,” Dylan said. Her voice was barely audible over Ari’s panting. “You like this, don’t you?”
Ari didn’t have time to respond before three forceful blows in quick succession fell upon her, followed by more gentle caresses. If those tender touches hadn’t come straight afterward, Ari might have thought Dylan hated her. But when her center filled with Dylan’s demanding tongue, she knew it was just Dylan taking ownership of her body. Waves of pleasure bubbled to the surface, only to be stilled by a sudden and painful absence of Dylan’s attention.
“Fuck!” Ari pressed forward on the bench without being able to escape another sharp smack on her ass again. Every nerve ending of her sex needed to be let loose. “Please, Dylan. Please let me come.”
“Soon, babe. It will be worth it.” With another soothing caress on her behind, Dylan chuckled.
The walls of Ari’s sex quivered in anticipation when Dylan’s finger circled the entrance. The teasing of her folds without entering her drove Ari crazy. Her hips attempted to guide Dylan inward, but that wasn’t where it took her. Dylan’s finger moved toward forbidden territory. She gasped as her cheeks tightened up.
“Relax, angel. Trust me.”
Dylan’s calming words had the desired effect and Ari relaxed into Dylan’s pressure, slowly enticing it open. Surprised at how good it felt, Ari wanted more. She lifted her hips into Dylan’s hand. Dylan responded by pushing in further as she curled downward with a simultaneous assault on her clit with her other hand.
When Dylan said, “Come for me, babe. I want to taste you,” a gasp escaped Ari’s hungry body.
Commanded by Dylan, her body pulsated under the tongue that found a spot between her clit and the pumping of her ass. Ari’s climax released cries of ecstasy with the intensity of decades-old pent-up desire. When Ari finally fell back to earth, gasping for air, Dylan trailed kisses from her center up her back, stopping at her neck.
Dylan held her from behind, her weight providing a protective blanket until Ari’s breathing regulated. That feeling was short-lived when Dylan squatted to release her ankles from the base, then her hands, and helped her upright. When Ari took her hand, Dylan pulled her into a warm embrace, which led to a loving kiss.
Her lover’s lips were still redolent with the taste of her. Hungry for more, Ari pulled at the hem of Dylan’s shirt, lifting it over her head, revealing a black sports bra. Her hands danced over the well-defined abs, but there was a sudden shift in the dynamic, almost as if Dylan shied away.
“Can’t I touch you?” Ari asked, as their relationship seemed one-sided.
There was a slight shake of Dylan’s head as she hesitated.
“What? Is something wrong?” Concern twisted into Ari’s features while sadness pooled in Dylan’s dark eyes.
“Seeing you. On the stage.” Dylan swallowed back her emotions. “Watching someone else make you come. I can’t go through that again.”
Ari waited as she stroked Dylan’s short hair, allowing her time to speak.
“I’ve had submissives before and never had a problem watching them with other Dommes, but this was different. You are different.” Dylan sat on the edge of the bed holding Ari’s hand. “I think I love you, Ari. I have never felt ... this.”
“This?”
“You are all I think about. Since the day I saw you at The Pendulum. But it’s more than just a want or a need. You’re like oxygen. I feel complete when you’re with me.”
Looking down at Dylan, Ari’s hands cradling her face and lifting it upward. “I need to tell you something,” she said. “I didn’t come tonight on stage.”
Eyebrows raised, Dylan’s questionable stare looked for the answer to an unasked question.
