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She wouldn’t have minded that. At least then once he was done tying the elaborate knots and patterns known as Shibari, she could sit and drift—not quite subspace, but closer than she thought she’d get tonight.
Miley heard him amp up the wand. He might not be her Dom, but he was experienced and seemed to have just the smallest sadistic streak. He ran the wand across her torso, letting it light up her flesh. She groaned in anticipation and relief as he traced it across her nipples—igniting a wildfire in her body. She could feel arousal and need surging through her system in a way it hadn’t in a long, long time.
“So close,” he crooned. “I can see that you’re going to make me earn your submission.”
He traced a figure-eight pattern around her full breasts before drawing the wand back across her nipples and sparking his way down the centerline of her body. He was headed for the promised land. Damn it was about time.
Adrenaline combined with arousal and the tiniest bit of fear ramped up the game. The thing about a violet wand, especially with someone who knew what he was doing, was that it was more of a mind fuck than anything else. Miley’s still rational brain told her he wasn’t really going to hurt her, but the lizard part was screaming he was headed for her pussy.
Sir flicked the wand off and dragged it across her clit, swirling around it before using the head to part her labia and tease the entrance to her core. He brought the wand back up and she thought he might leave her hanging on the edge, but he didn’t. Instead, as he reached her clit, he flicked it on and Miley’s body spasmed in orgasm as her eyes rolled back in her head. Pure sensation surged through her system, morphing from pain into the most amazing pleasure.
He moved the wand along both sides of her labia and her pussy, setting off flashes of lightning. The wand flicked off and the Dom leaned down to cut her legs free. She could hear the drag of a zipper before she heard the rip of a foil wrapper and the quiet sound of a condom being rolled over his cock.
The Dom lifted her up, ordering, “Wrap your legs around me.”
The broad head of what felt like an enormous cock parted the petals of her sex before it breached her entrance and he pressed in hard, forcing her sheath to accept him regardless of his size or the discomfort. But there was none. She was so wet that even though she could feel his hard length fill her up, there was nothing but hedonistic pleasure. A second climax washed over her, and she cried out.
“That’s what I wanted. Good sub.”
The Dom was not only in the house, he was deep inside her as he stroked deep and pulled back, holding her hips and her ass so he could support her as he began to move with power and precision—each surge forward he hit her clit and with each withdrawal he dragged his cock over that sweet spot deep inside her. He pounded into her, the tension building between them as his thrusting became more frenzied and primal. With a final brutal surge forward, Miley orgasmed for a third time as he drove deep, and she could feel him come.
He stayed inside for the longest time before finally pulling out. “Where are you, sub?”
She was still there, subspace just beyond her grasp.Disappointment filled her.
She knew the appropriate response. “Green, Sir.”
“Good. Let me take care of this condom and then I’ll take care of you. I’d like to take you down to the lounge.”
“That won’t be necessary, Sir.”
“It is for me,” he snarled and then chuckled. “Unfortunately for you, unless you’re going to use your safe word, you don’t have much choice but to wait.”
She heard him enter the attached bath and reached up to engage the emergency releases on the restraints before removing the blindfold. Knowing she had little time and just wanting to be gone, she grabbed up a blanket and made her way down a hidden staircase in the back known only to select Cerberus employees. She knew it was silly to feel disappointed, but she did. Sure, she’d achieved orgasm, but subspace had appeared within her grasp only to evaporate before she could catch it.
Doms always felt so responsible that they hadn’t given her what she wanted—well, at least those that actually realized she wanted more than an orgasm or three. It was awkward, and Miley didn’t do awkward.
“Miley?” said Fitz’s wife, JJ. “Are you all right? Fitz said he negotiated some play between you and an American Dom.”
“Everything’s fine, JJ. I just want to go home.”
“Dressed only in a blanket?”
“It seemed the expedient thing to do.”
“In other words, you didn’t want to deal with the guy and didn’t want Fitz to interfere.”
Miley smiled. “Pretty much. Look, we both got off so he shouldn’t have anything to complain about.”
JJ shook her head. “Not much on aftercare, are you? Someday the right Dom is going to come along, and you are going to catch all kinds of hell over that.”
“Speaking from experience, JJ?”
“Absolutely. And I can also tell you from experience that aftercare with the right Dom can become as intimate as any scene.”
“Look I get it. I’m not normal. But hey, I’m an assassin. That’s not normal either. I’m obviously not in subspace so there’s no reason to give me shit over what I want, and if there is, I just won’t play at Baker Street anymore.”
JJ reached out to put her hand on Miley’s arm. “I’m not the enemy, Miley, nor is Fitz, or even the American. I just know from my own past that finding that dream place known as subspace takes more than a few orgasms.”
