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“Maybe,” I say, still unsure. I don’t say it out loud, but shouldn’t it be a sign that something’s wrong if you want to be tied up and beaten while you’re getting off? I mean, everyone seems happy, but is that because they just don’t know better?
“So you were aroused,” he says. “What was it that aroused you? Was it just the sex? Or was it the bondage?”
I don’t want to admit that it might have been the bondage, but to be perfectly honest, I’m not sure. I didn’t start to get wet until he was fucking her, so it could have been either. “I’m not sure.”
“Fair enough.”
Jenny and Chris are in my line of vision, and he’s leaned back in the chair while she sucks him, eyes closed. I’m distracted by the look on her face—a kind of eager joy. Chris reaches out, and when she dives down onto his cock, he holds her head still, rendering her immobile so she has to take his cock deeper. “She can’t breathe,” I whisper.
“Chris and Jenny have been together a long time. She is a service submissive, and she’s happiest when she’s serving his pleasure. He knows how long she can hold her breath, and he also knows that she trusts him to choose for her whether or not she gets to breathe. She knows that he would never give her something that she couldn’t handle, and so she doesn’t have to worry or panic about her breath. She’ll breathe when he’s ready.”
“That’s so….” A frustrated sound comes out of me. “That doesn’t make any sense!”
“Then why are you wet?”
I’d been so relaxed that I hadn’t even noticed his hand moving from my hip to my inner thigh and higher to were his fingers are touching me. Where he can feel that I’m embarrassingly wet. It’s mortifying, and when I try to move my hands, to push him away, he holds me still. “His pleasure gives her pleasure. And even if it didn’t, it’s not about the blowjob.” Matthews’s fingers stroke down my pussy, and I shiver with pleasure. I hate that he’s affecting me like this. “Have you ever been able to trust someone like that? So utterly and completely that you’d let them deprive you of air because you know that they’d never hurt you, that they know what you need even better than you do?”
“Nobody can trust anybody that much,” I say. “Inside she must be screaming.”
He laughs, and it sounds a little sad. “We can ask her when they’re finished, if you like.” Another stroke across my clit.
“No, thank you.” He waits. “Sir.”
He laughs softly. “So stubborn. I’m not going to play with you until everyone leaves, but until then, you’re going to wait and watch. And with the exception of your safewords and ‘Yes, Sir,’ you no longer have permission to speak. I think you need some time to think about what you’re looking at and how it all fits together.”
Again, he waits, and I realize he’s waiting for me to agree. “Yes, Sir,” I say, though I can’t even believe that it’s coming out of my mouth.
He lifts me off his lap, and spins me, catching my wrists together, and a tiny click, I can’t move my arms in front of me. I can feel the strain on the cuffs and I realize that he’s clipped them together. I whirl on him. “What is this?”
His face is not one recognize. It’s stern and hard—the face of a Dom. “Sub, I told you not to speak. If you disobey again you will be punished.” He’s not even looking at me because he’s arranging something in my underwear, something small that bumps against my clit. “Now kneel.”
I stare at him, glaring, because this isn’t what I thought was going to happen. My intent must be pretty clear because he laughs. “I’m your Dom, Emma. I do not have to tell you everything I’m going to do. You agreed to submit, and I’m not crossing any boundaries. You gave me this power over you freely. Now kneel.” That last word has so much power in it that I fall to my knees in front of him.
Matthew weaves his fingers into my hair and raises my face so that I’m looking at him. “Good. Now turn to face the room.”
I do, and I’m nestled between his legs, hands bound. In this position, it’s impossible not to remember what I am here. I had kind of forgotten. I am one of those girls in the room who’s just doing what he ways. Why did I agree to this? His hands stroke across my shoulders. “Just look, just watch. Take this time to observe.”
Just then the Domme I served comes up to the two of us. “Matthew,” she says, her voice like silk. “I thought for a while you weren’t going to make an appearance at your own play party.”
