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“That’s one,” he said in a warning tone. My legs and arms still jerked, and the buzzing never let up, his movements inside me never let up.
“H-how many do I have to do?” I asked, my throat hoarse from shouts I didn’t realize I’d uttered.
“Ten.” There was no room for argument. “That should teach you to be grateful, yes?”
He rolled the wand in circles, twisting my tortured clit beneath the soft vibrating head. I clenched around him, so hard it hurt.
“You’re like fucking iron,” I groaned, throwing my head back.
His deep, dark laugh brought goose bumps over my skin. “I’m glad you noticed. You do that to me, Sophie.”
Moving his hand down, he held still inside me. He stopped at my throat, and pressed his thumb and index finger in the hollows on either side of my trachea above the collar. He squeezed with gentle pressure. My brain pounded, my clit pounded, and my body convulsed with another release.
He loosened his hold, but left his hand there, possessive over the collar. “Was that all right?”
“Oh, fuck yes, Sir!” With my hands bound, I had no way to struggle. I had no choice but to lay there and let him choke me.
Well, I had a choice. I could always safeword. But then he would stop, and that was the last thing I wanted. I had never experienced “runner’s high” before, but I was pretty sure that’s what I felt now, my entire body breaking out in chills while my heart pumped hard and my brain was flooded with endorphins that made me giddy. I came again, but I was going numb; it took a long time to break over the edge, and my whole body cramped up when I did.
Neil pressed the vibrator tighter against me, and I screamed.
“They’re going to send security,” he warned with a grin.
“Oh no, no, no,” I chanted in dismay as another intensely painful climax shook me. Though I was keenly aware that it was that word that had gotten me into trouble before, I couldn’t control any of the noises coming out of my mouth.
“How many was that?” he asked. “It sounded like number three.”
“Four! It was four!” I shouted, almost weeping in my desperation.
He slapped my cheek, and I choked back my cry. “I said it was three. Are you arguing?”
“No, Sir.” I bit my lip so hard, I tasted blood.
He must have seen it, because he pulled the wand away. “Careful, careful,” he murmured, brushing the drops from my swollen bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Let’s call that last one ten.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I gasped gratefully.
“Can you continue?” he asked, smoothing my sweat-damp hair back from my face.
I nodded. “I just don’t want to come anymore. We’re at a yellow.”
He gave me that half-smile I loved and kissed my nose. Then he took off the condom and stood. “Get on your knees on the floor.”
This, I could do. I got my breath and did as he’d told me.
He pressed the tip of his cock against my lips. My mouth dropped open obediently, and he pushed inside.
As I sucked and bobbed on him, my head cleared a bit. I’d been deeper than I’d ever been in the submissive mindset. If he hadn’t stopped me, I wouldn’t have stopped, even if I’d wanted to. I had to appreciate the fact that he’d been able to know when to call it off.
When he came, it wasn’t down my throat, as he’d done before. He held my jaw open and hit my tongue with every drop as he jerked himself off, groaning in relief.
“Don’t swallow,” he panted. “Let me see it.”
I opened my mouth wide, showing him the little pool of cum on my cupped tongue. He groaned, and reached for the half-empty bottle of champagne. Holding the neck of the bottle high above my upturned mouth, he poured a stream in to mingle with his semen. It splashed down my chin, but I didn’t swallow. Not until he gave me permission.
“Swallow, Sophie.”
I looked up at him, champagne and cum dribbling down my chin and onto my breasts, my body trembling from the pure exhilaration of total submission. At that moment, I honestly thought I might die from the swell of emotion I felt. It stole my breath, and a tear slid from the corner of my eye. It was insane that I could love surrendering so totally.
It was insane that I could love someone as much as I loved him.
“I love you, Sir,” I murmured, the taste of him still on my lips.
“Oh, and I love you, Sophie. More than I could possibly express.” He helped me to my feet and unshackled my wrists, kissing the reddened skin beneath. “Everything alright?”
“Mhm.” I nodded and smiled at him. “I’ll be back in a few.”
I went into the bathroom to clean up. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyeliner smudged from sweat and tears, hot, red patches on my breasts. The sheen of semen and champagne on my skin was as sticky as it looked, and I turned on the shower, carefully unclasping the collar from around my neck.
