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“I had some things to tend to. But it’s good to see you, Maya.” His hands are still on my shoulders.
The Domme looks down on me, and I look at her. Her eyes are a sharp blue, and the way she’s looking at me makes me shiver. She’s alluring in a way that feels dangerous. “What a lovely little sub you have here.”
“This is Emma. She’s very new, and I’m introducing her to the lifestyle.”
A smile slips across her face like she’s had an idea. “If you’d ever like to share, I’d like to see that luscious mouth buried between my legs.” My mouth falls open and she laughs. “She is very new, isn’t she?”
“Yes. And I’ll keep that idea in mind if I decide she needs some female training.”
I want to scream that I’m right here, that they can’t just talk about me like that, but I can’t speak. Matthew told me not to. Besides, I would have no idea what to say to her. I trust that Matthew isn’t going to go back on his word and let anyone else touch me today.
Maya walks away. I missed their last words thinking about what I would say if I were allowed to speak. And then the words fly right out of my head, because the little thing in my thong turns on. Oh my god, he put a vibrator on me. Oh god, oh god. I’m still so turned on, that I’m suddenly on edge. Matthew’s lips are at my ear. “Time to build some of that trust I was talking about. You do not have permission to move. You do not have permission to speak. You do not have permission to come. You have to trust me. Trust that I’m doing what will bring you the most pleasure. And if you don’t trust me like that yet—which I know you don’t—remember that I am your Dom, and this is what I want. What do you say?”
I’m leaning back against his legs, the vibrations flowing through me and I can barely think. I can’t breathe. Somehow I find the breath and the words. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He presses a kiss against my neck and it makes the whole thing worse—or better, depending on how you look at it.
The little thing keeps vibrating, pressure building in my spine, and I try to wiggle to relive the pressure. Matthew’s hands come down on my shoulders. “I know it’s hard. Do. Not. Move.”
A sound close to a whimper escapes me, and the heat in my body is making me sweat. I’m not going to be able to hold it back. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t—
The vibrations stop, and I can’t help it, I sag with relief. Then Matthew’s fingers are in my hair again, twisting my head back so he can take a kiss. Heat surges through me and it’s like the vibrator is on as he teases my lips open with his tongue. And then his tongue is tangling with mine and I think I hear a low growl in his throat. When he let’s go, I can’t breathe for a second. I’m on overload. Can’t think.
I heave in a breath and open my eyes to see Jenny and Chris watching me. A couple of others too. A flush rolls across my chest, a tinge of embarrassment with it. But honestly, I’m too full of sensation to care. I was more embarrassed watching than being watched.
“She responds so well to you…” Chris says, chuckling. “Maybe you are right, Matthew. I swear you can smell a sub from a mile away.” I glare at him, which only makes him laugh harder. “I don’t think she liked that, though. I think everyone would like to see her come. Are you going to show us?”
A few more people look our way, and I see some nods. A dawning horror blooms in my stomach. Matthew said that I wouldn’t be having sex in public, but he didn’t say that I wouldn’t come, and he just said that he likes to show me off. I’m not sure I can do this. My heart starts to pound and I can’t seem to catch my breath through the corset. “Yellow,” I whisper. “Yellow. Yellow.”
Matthew doesn’t respond to Chris. Instead, he’s out of the chair and in front of me instantly. He searches my eyes. “Hold your breath and count to five.”
I do.
“Again.”
I do.
“Again.”
And the corset eases, I can take a full breath. “What’s going on in there?” he asks me.
“So many people. Please, don’t make me come in front of them.” Sudden and unexpected tears spring into my eyes. “I know what you say goes, but please.”
His hand comes up and cups my face, and he kisses me softly. The kiss feels like calm safety. “Breathe,” he says softly. “Are you asking this because you’re embarrassed or because you’re scared?”
