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Of course, that was ridiculous. That wasn’t how The Gallery worked. Share and share alike, hurt and hurt alike, and occasionally pass your subs around to other horny Doms, because everyone got off on it. I’d shared dozens of women at The Gallery, and enjoyed watching them open their legs and mouths for other men’s cocks. If the women wanted it, I wanted it, but the idea of sharing Ella didn’t bring the usual surge of depraved pleasure.
“I might let them fuck you.” My erection was fading. “If you deserve it.”
But probably not, because I’m feeling violently jealous right now.
That was a first for me, feeling jealous about actions and situations that hadn’t even happened yet, concerning a woman I’d only known for a week. It waskind ofinsane.Kind ofstupid.
“Are you touching yourself right now?” I asked.
“I might be. The Gallery sounds like a pretty sexy place.”
“Are you wet? Are you soaking your panties?”
“Yes.” I heard the shift in her voice as I unzipped my fly. “Yes, Sir. I’m very wet.”
“You need to take those panties off, then, before they’re a total mess. Do it now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stroked my fingers up and down my shaft, imagining her getting naked, remembering the delicate way she moved. My body missed her. My cock missed her. I was throbbing with need.
“Are your panties off? Are you in bed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Because you should be getting some sleep soon. The best way to deal with jet lag is to be proactive. Get totally nude and lie back on top of the covers. It’s okay if you feel a little cold, a little exposed. You still need to do what I tell you.”
“Okay, Sir.” Her voice was so expressive. In thatOkay, Sir, I heard humor, dread, curiosity. Definitely lust. “I’m lying down now.”
“Good girl. Now open your legs as wide as you can while still feeling comfortable, because you’re going to keep them open for a while.”
“Okay.”
“Are they open? Take a picture for me. I want to see your pussy.”
A pause, and then, “Please, no pictures. I promise I’m doing everything you say.”
She sounded troubled, even upset. “Okay,” I said. “No pictures.” Some subs got into that, while others were cautious, and Ella barely knew me. “What I need you to do now is reach down and part your pussy lips, and hold them back so you can feel the air on your clit. But be careful you don’t touch your clit, all right? I don’t want you to do that.”
“Okay. Yes, Sir.”
I could hear the echo of her apartment bedroom, since I was on speaker now. I pumped my cock, listening for every small, ambient sound. “Do you have a dildo there?” I asked. “Or a butt plug?”
She let out a little laugh. “No. I was afraid to bring anything through customs.”
“Too bad. We’ll have to use our imaginations. Are you still holding your pussy lips open?
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to pretend my cock’s sliding into you right now. I want you to squeeze on it, and arch your hips like I’m stretching you open and coming all the way in.” I stroked my cock along with my words, wishing I was really sliding into her. “Can you feel my cock in your pussy, Ella?”
“Yes, Sir.” She sounded breathless. I was already holding off an orgasm.
“I want you to close your eyes and feel my cock inside you, but I don’t want you to touch your clit. Do you understand? You’re not allowed to come right now, because I’m not hurting you. You’re only allowed to come from now on when I’m hurting you. That’s our new rule.”
She made a sound of complaint, something between a whimper and a groan.
“Don’t you dare touch your clit, girl, even if it’s wet and aching. My cock is aching so bad, thinking about you with your legs spread, a big cock inside you. It’s too bad you’re not allowed to come, but rules are rules.”
