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“At some point down the line, your sub will probably hit her peak,” he said, speaking once again to the gathered mass outside the lights. “So far, she's experienced some pleasure, maybe she's had an orgasm if she's lucky, but pain begins to outweigh the positive benefits. Even masochists like Anarchy can be overwhelmed by the sensations. Doms, just in case you're struggling to empathize with your subs, imagine something hard and rigid opening up your urethra.”
Thane knew he winced at the imagery, as did most of the men around him. That was not something he wanted his dick to ever go through, not even at Connie's behest.
“Talk to your sub. Reassure her. Listen to her. More importantly, feelher. Anarchy has a tight little pussy, and while her muscles are spreading around my hand, she's not letting me in. So what do we do in this instance?” Jasper dug into his back pocket and produced a bullet vibe. “Pleasure. Overload the system with pleasure.” A high-pitched buzzing began, followed by Archie's gasp of shock when the tiny vibrator was crushed against her clit.
“Thane, I need to go. Now.” Connie's voice was breathless as she tried to twist out of his arms.
Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, slickness coating his hand. Setting his thumb on her clit, he teased her mercilessly as she tried her hardest not to give herself away. His lips touched her ear. “If you think you can run away so you can come in private, think again, sugar. I want to feel you shatter while you watch your friend take her Master's hand inside her. I want you to fall apart, wondering when I'm going to do the same to you.”
On the exam table, Anarchy screamed with her climax, her body gleaming beneath the lights and arching into a stunning bow of female release. In Thane's arms, Connie's orgasm was almost silent, but no less powerful. He held on to her, keeping her upright as eyes flicked their way. Dismissing the curious faces, he nuzzled her neck. “Good girl.”
Leaving his fingers inside her, relishing the rhythmic squeeze of her inner muscles, Thane's attention locked back onto the scene just as Jasper's knuckles did the impossible and breached the sanctity of his sub's pussy. Having navigated past the pubic bone, Jasper's gloved hand slid inside his kitten to the wrist.
The look on Anarchy's face was priceless, Thane thought. His cock lurched as he thought how Connie's beautiful features would contort with that same shocked, bewildered, euphoric expression.
Jasper praised his kitten lavishly, his hand unmoving inside her. “And this…this is the moment you want to achieve. You have your sub exactly where you want her in this moment. I can do anything to her, anything at all, and Anarchy simply has to trust that I won't hurt her. But then, she holds immense power over me too, because if I do something wrong, if I dohurt her, she isn't going to forgive me easily. Our first time doing this may well be our last. Remember, this isn't the outer body we're dealing with here. It's not a part of the anatomy to be blaséabout—it's the heart of her. Soft, vulnerable. Do not underestimate the amount of faith she has given you to do this.”
“So don't fuck it up,” Archie moaned, trying to twist her hips.
“Exactly, kitten. Now, you can't see what my hand is doing right now, obviously, but you still have a good range of motion. Using a clenched fist, you can thrust. Gently to begin with,” he advised, moving his arm like a piston, backwards and forward. The wet squelching of a greedy pussy was audible, as was Archie's mewling groan. “Faster, a little harder if your sub is amenable.” Jasper moved his arm in accordance with his words, picking up momentum as his sub gripped the edges of the table and cried his name.
Right before she orgasmed, he slowed down, then stopped. Letting her catch her breath, Jasper grinned over at the spectators. “Fisting and spreading your fingers inside the vagina can produce several different reactions. Be mindful of perforating the fascia—the tissue separating the vagina and rectum.” This time, although his arm didn't move, the muscles in his forearms flexed. “As long as you're careful, you can make this particular kink highly pleasurable. The more you do it, the more you'll learn what your sub likes, what she doesn't. Find the hidden spots that make her eyes roll back, like so,” he gestured with his free hand, drawing focus to the slackness of Anarchy's face as her eyes rolled slowly into her head, “and the ones that cause her discomfort. Reading her body will tell you a hell of a lot more than her mouth will. Any questions before I draw this to a close?”
Thane chuckled as a barrage of queries were launched toward the Master. Idly, he stroked through the warm slickness at his fingertips, occasionally thrusting up into Connie's needy pussy. He wondered whether to slip away with her before the mass exodus happened, then caught Loki's eyes across the room. The dark-haired Master jabbed a finger at the floor, indicating Thane should stay where he was.
Inclining his head in acknowledgement, Thane amused himself by coaxing his woman up onto her tiptoes, pinching her clit gently and biting her shoulder as she spluttered out a half-hearted protest. “Loki wants us to stay here, sugar. I'd rather drag you off like a caveman and fuck you senseless in a dark corner somewhere, but we'd better do as we're told.”
“Thane…”
Connie's groan was cut off by a wailing scream from Anarchy. Thrashing on the exam table, she bolted upright, blindly groping for her Master. Whatever he'd done to her insides, he'd hit the fucking jackpot. Bracing her with an arm around her shoulders, Jasper dismissed the spectators with instructions to find him after he finished Archie's aftercare if anyone had any further questions, then focused every ounce of energy on his submissive.
Thane didn't move as people dispersed, bumping into him as they passed. There was a lot of murmuring, and he knew the social area would be full of discussions on the topic of fisting tonight. He pulled Connie closer to him, slipping his hand out of her pants and sucking his fingers clean. She was delicious. Maybe he should spend a dedicated amount of time on his knees this evening, eating her like a starving man. He liked the sound of that.
When the room was empty aside from Thane, Connie, Jasper, Anarchy, and Loki, Atticus and Liam wandered in, shutting the doors behind them.
“Braun and Bodie?” Jasper asked without turning around.
“On their way. Saul's covering the front desk, and I stole Damien to cover the bar.” Liam lifted an eyebrow as the main lights flashed on, and the spotlights died. “Having fun there, Jasper?”
Ignoring the good-natured ribbing, Jasper eased his sub back down onto the table. Her head hung back, her arms were limp. “Such a good kitten, making me incredibly proud.” He pressed his free hand just above her mound, then carefully extracted himself from inside his sub. Stripping off the glove, he tossed it onto the rolling table, and accepted the blanket Loki tossed at him.
Thane was familiar with the look of utter peace on the Master's face as Jasper bundled his drowsy submissive into the blanket, then scooped her into his arms. He sat on the table, cradling her, his lips moving against her hair. Murmuring sweet nothings and praise into her ear, Thane mused. Whatever he said was for Anarchy's ears only, and that was how it should be.
The doors opened again. Bodie tottered into the room, holding onto Braun's arm. She was pale tonight, looking a little sickly. But her eyes lit up at the sight of everyone, as though seeing her friends lifted the cloak of depression she wore just enough to let her breathe. She opened her mouth to speak, then her gaze landed on Anarchy and she mimed zipping her lips shut.
“It's okay, sweetheart, you can speak.” Jasper inhaled deeply, then turned his pale blue eyes to everyone in the room, making individual contact. “Everyone's here, so I'll begin. It might take my kitten a few minutes to catch up, but she's earned a rest. Thank you for coming,” he continued. “I know I'm interrupting you all at a bad time, but this is important.”
“We've got everything covered,” Atticus rumbled. “Sounds serious, J.”
“It is. Archie and I…we wanted you all to be here. You are our family, the ones we trust. Including you,” he said directly to Thane. “Some of what I'm going to say won't make sense to you, but I'll let Connie explain it when she thinks you'reready. Nevertheless, you're as much a part of the group as anyone, because you belong to her.” When Archie stirred, he smiled down at her. “Tonight, before the demonstration, I did something I thought I'd never be given a chance to. I got down on one knee and asked Anarchy to marry me.”
Bodie squealed loud enough to shatter glass. Connie's exclamation wasn't quite a squeal, Thane noted, but the joy on her face was blinding. While the women bounced in excitement, the Masters grinned and offered their congratulations.
“I said yes,” Archie whispered tiredly, her eyes fluttering open.
“I wasn't going to let you say no. After all the shit we've been through, after everything you did to save me and the sacrifice you made, if I didn't have you, I wouldn’t want anyone. There's no other woman who could understand my past and still make me feel like a man, kitten. There isn't a woman breathing who could wake me up from a nightmare that rips chunks from my soul, and make me whole again the way you do.” He kissed her temple, closing his eyes. “There's only you, Archie. There'll only ever be you.”
Oh yeah, this was all over Thane's head by a mile. But from the now sober expressions on the Masters' faces, and the soft sniffles from Connie and Bodie, Jasper's words meant something to them. His interest piqued, Thane wondered how soon he could press Connie for the details. Not so long ago, he'd have gone digging with what little information he had at his disposal, but when it came to family—family who'd included him with very little hesitation—he wouldn't shatter their trust.
