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“Shit,” he hisses, hips bucking off the table. Pulling back, I drop a swift slap to the inside of his thigh. He jerks, a sharp hiss straining through his teeth.
“You do not move unless I say. Do I need to fully restrain your cock, too?” Raising a brow, I stand back to my full height. In my boots, I’m a solid five feet seven inches, but they give me an extra five inches in height. No one is scared of short girls, so even with the Demonia boots, I look innocent.
I’m God’s gift to men.
Well, If you consider my willingness to chop their dicks off if they look at me the wrong way…either way, God’s gift.
“No Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress,” he whimpers, his begging adds an additional puff of adrenaline to my already cloudy headspace.
“Beg,” I demand. He immediately dives into pleas and groans of needing me. “You’re the only one who can make me cum, Mistress. Please let me cum on your feet, be owned by you. I will worship the cum off your boots while you stuff my ass, Mistress.”
It’s nice to hear, even if it is only for a scene.
Keeping him strapped to the cross, I reach over and grab the plugged wand, placing the suction attachment to it for his pleasure. His whimpers die down to pouts when the buzzing starts up. I turn it on for a moment before shutting it off again.
“Do you think you deserve this?” I tease, grabbing the lube and walking back over.
“I deserve this, Mistress. I’m a needy whore who will worship you. I will eat your pussy and fuck you how ever you need, Mistress. I have been a good boy for you, please let me cum, please let me cum!” His begging ramps up again, muscles taut with tension to keep himself from moving around.
The overwhelming need for more is bearable, but it feels like my ropes are pulling tighter and tighter. Being vulnerable like this isn’t meant for everyone. Even then, many Doms abuse their power and take advantage of their subs. I have seen Doms use their submissives and degrade them outside of scenes.
I supposed that’s more of a master and slave relationship, but that’s not something I thrive in. It’s also something that forced me out of being a submissive. Knowing that, I refuse to be one of those Mistresses. He knows what respect and exceptional aftercare is because I refuse to give him anything less.
Flipping on the wand, I drag the outside against his length, his body spasming against the silicone. He’s quickly silenced, forcing me to tsk and take a step back.
“You’re having an ornery streak today,” I admonish, watching his face crumble. “I don’t remember telling you to stop.”
He perks right back up, boosting my ego as he worships me with his words. I don’t need to be told twice. Pushing his deflating cock into the rubber entrance, his whines for more get higher in pitch.
“Oh God!” He screams, barely able to breathe. “I need to cum, please let me cum. You’re the only Mistress who can make me cum, I’m yours Mistress. Please let me cum all over you, I want to worship you on my knees, licking every inch of your perfect body. Please Mistress, please, please…”
It’s like a breath of fresh air. Elation runs through my bloodstream, mixing with the hit of adrenaline I feel. Glancing in the audience, I stare into the burning hot lights, catching glimpses of faces screwed up in pleasure.
“You may cum.” The demand is quick, but Charles doesn’t wait a moment to follow it. He ruptures in the device, his cum flying from him and landing on my boots. I work the cock holder faster over his lengthened shaft. His entire body visibly buzzes on the cross, eyes rolling back as he attempts to mutter his thank yous.
Surveying the room, I’m about to lean in to tease Charles when I stop, ice freezing my veins instead of the heat I was feeling just seconds ago.
“Mistress?” My hearing seizes, a watery whooshing takes over. There’s chatter and calls that I can barely register. I can’t seem to move. I’m frozen in time, unwilling to move.
I’m staring a snake right in the eyes.
KNUCKLES
It’s like she’s frozen. One second she was teasing her sub, teasing the fucking crowd. Then the next moment, she’s staring into the crowd, but she’s not really…there.
I was stroking my cock, watching her get ready to fucking vibe her sub. Ice water metaphorically pours all over me and apparently it does the same thing for Prez.
“Leather?” Prez shouts, jumping from his chair and running to the stunned woman. Her eyes remain glued to the back. Trailing her dark features, I find a dark figure just…standing. I can’t really see the person's face, but I can guess what she’s looking at. Their arms are crossed along their chest, the obvious bicep muscle giving me the inclination that it’s a guy.
Holy shit…is that?
“Leather!” Screams reverberate, my head whipping around from the mystery man to see Leather’s body buckling. Standing, I realize my dick’s still hanging out, though it’s fucking soft now. Stuffing myself back in, I do a little hop jig as I fasten my belt and race to the woman of the hour.
“Is she okay?”
“What’s going on?”
“She just passed out!”
