My moans of pleasure vibrated through his cock, and he fingered me harder in response; more urgently. His breath trembled against my
sensitive clit and drove me half mad. He thrust hard into my mouth in time with his fingers, and I tried so hard not to be distracted by his tongue and his touch, but it was just too much, and I needed more… His cock slipped free of my mouth as I cried out sharply, grinding against his tongue, bucking my hips to drive his fingers deeper inside me. Almost there, almost…
My ability for conscious thought crumbled to nothing as I came, muffling my cries against the bedspread as I shook with every deep tremor of my orgasm. I could only lie there as the aftershocks took me, laughing with sheer relief as the unbearable pressure ebbed away, leaving euphoric contentment in its place.
Josh sat up and pulled me into his arms, his cock still hard and brushing my thigh as he held me. “Good girl.”
As sanity returned, I realized I’d left him unfulfilled and reached down to take his cock in my fist, stroking him firmly up and down. “I’m sorry, Sir. You just blew my mind…”
He kissed me hungrily, and I relished the taste of myself on his tongue. When he pulled back, he took my face in both hands, commanding my full attention. “You don’t come again without my express permission. Do you hear me, a little tease?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, and he nodded, helping me to lie down again and moving over me in such a way that I knew exactly what would come next.
He drove into me with a growl of satisfaction, pinning my wrists to the bed with one arm. I arched up to coax him in deeper, my pussy tightening reflexively around him. He was rough and powerful and seemed to know exactly what I needed, taking me hard, fast, faster…
I braced my feet against the mattress and met every forceful thrust with one of my own, moaning as we surged together. He nipped at my neck and dug his fingers into my wrists and ordered me to come right when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, and oh yeah… oh my- Sir… oh
God… oh fuck, oh God, fuck fuck fuck yes! Sir… Oh…my…God…
By the time he’d taken his release, his breath deliciously heavy against my skin as he collapsed atop me, I was the happiest submissive in existence.
Seventy-one point two percent what?
* * * *
Josh
We lay there together, breathless, exhausted, and completely satisfied. Lena nuzzled my neck affectionately, and I smiled up at the ceiling, glad the interminable game between us was over, but not regretting that we’d played it in the slightest.
“Best sex ever,” she mumbled against my skin, and I laughed, turning onto my side to look into her face.
“Worth the wait, then?”
“Mmm…” Her eyelids were heavy with pleasure, and she leaned in to kiss me gently. “Thank you for letting me come, Sir.”
“I think you earned it, little tease,” I told her, smoothing her hair back from her face.
She giggled. “Wanna let me earn it again later?”
I tugged on her collar gently. “I could go for that.”
We dozed for a while, the physical and emotional exertion taking its toll on us both. I woke first and extricated myself from her arms to visit the bathroom and find water for us. When I returned, Lena was standing in front of the mirror in the corner, examining the bruises that were just beginning to show on her firm backside.
“Hurting, a little tease?” I asked, beckoning her back to the bed and drawing her into my arms.
“Only in the best possible way, Sir,” she said, seeming proud of the emerging marks.
“Good to know.”
I took care of her while she drank some water, holding her and stroking her hair. Once she’d visited the bathroom, then lain back down beside me, I held up the leather wrist cuffs I’d pulled from the bedside drawerr, watching her eyes brighten at the sight of them. “Any objections?”
She shook her head, offering her wrists without hesitation. Her trust warmed me.
I buckled each cuff around one of her wrists and clipped them together, using one of the metal spokes in the headboard to anchor her arms over her head. Then I leaned over and kissed her, hard but briefly. “You want to come again tonight?”
She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and nodded. “Please, Sir.” “Hmm…”
For long minutes, I trailed my fingertips over her body, watching her reactions to different stimuli. She wasn’t particularly ticklish, but the right touch up and down her sides could set her squirming. Her nipples quickly grew hard under my tongue, and I tormented her for quite a while that way, enjoying her gasps and pleas.
Her stomach was sensitive to my kisses, the skin shifting under my lips as she sighed her pleasure. I ignored my steadily hardening cock,
smoothing my fingers over her inner thighs and grinning as she begged me to stop teasing, to take her, to let her come.
When I slid a finger inside her, curving it up against her sweet spot, her breath caught and her head fell back against the pillow. She tugged at the cuffs as I added a second, and watched her absolute focus on her approaching orgasm with a smile. She’d never been more beautiful to me than she was right then, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
She cried out a protest when I withdrew my fingers, but when she realized my intention she recovered from the disappointment, wrapping her legs around my waist as I sheathed myself deep inside her. She tightened around my cock, tugging at her bonds again, and I took what I needed from her, starting slowly, then letting instinct take control.
Lena met my every thrust, hooking her legs around my waist and rocking against me. “Sir… Please, let me come…”
I ignored her, taking her harder and faster, relishing the feeling of being inside her. After so many long months of being unsure we’d even get to this point, the sensations were indescribable.
Not only that, but I loved her-not just sex with her, not just play, but every part of her. And I knew she knew it.
“Who do you belong to, a little tease?”
She gasped against my neck, gathering her thoughts enough to speak. “You, Sir.”
“Tell me you’re mine, and then you can come.” I needed to hear her say it. After our months-long power struggle, hearing her give in to me in the club had been incredibly erotic.
She bucked against me harder, her breathing unsteady. “I’m yours, Sir-yours to take, yours to use, yours to command, all yours…”
God, it was almost more than I could stand. My need surged, and I spoke urgently. “Come for me, little tease. Come now.”
It took only a couple of seconds for her to lose control, her cunt tightening irresistibly around my cock over and over, dragging me right over the edge and into oblivion with her. I drove into her again and again as we came, prolonging the intensity until I couldn’t move anymore.
Dimly, I registered Lena’s satisfied purr and reached up over her head to unclip the wrist cuffs that restrained her. She wrapped her arms around me, and we clung together in the afterglow, sated.
Once I’d recovered enough, I sat up and reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed, unfolding it and draping it over us. The duvet cover was underneath our exhausted bodies, and I couldn’t bring myself to move. The blanket would have to do.
“Sir?” Lena murmured, looking up at me with a slow grin.
“What, little tease?” I kissed her forehead gently, then lay back down next to her.
“Do you think the dungeon masters would have let us just have sex in front of everyone?”
I thought back to my words during the scene, amused. By now, even the dungeon masters want to know what I’m gonna do to you. I’ll bet they wouldn’t even step in if I were to fuck you in front of everyone here…
“Anyone else? No. Any other time? No. But our first scene, after all the gossip that’s been following us around? I think they might have turned a blind eye.”
“I wanted you so much, I would have let you,” she confessed, only a touch of shame in her expression.
Part of me wished I could go back and do it-just fuck her there, in front of our voyeuristic audience. But a bigger part valued the privacy we’d waited for. “I knew that, little tease,” I told her, pulling on her collar for emphasis. “But I wanted you to myself.”
“You have me, Sir.” She snuggled farther into my arms, suppressing a yawn. It had been an exhausting night, and I was feeling the urge to sleep, too.
“Oh, I know I do, little tease. And I’m not letting you go. SeventySeventy-pointrcent Domme or not.”
“Less than that now. I could work out my new percentage, but I’d need my spreadsheet to do it. Or at least a pen and some paper.”
I kissed her affectionately. “Not now, little tease. Sleep.” “Yes, Sir.”