I drop the flogger on the floor by her feet and circle around to her front. She’s a little wide around the eyes, her breath coming in gasps, but she’s not completely checked out the way some subs get from being flogged. “What a little pain slut you are.” Before she has a chance to reply, I reach out and unfasten the first nipple clamp.
Aurora cries out, her back arching beautifully as blood rushes back into the deprived nipple. Before I can remind myself that this isn’t part of the plan, I dip down and suck her into my mouth, soothing her with my tongue, playing with her piercing. I wait until her whimpers have gained a molten edge before repeating the process with the other nipple.
By the time I sink to my knees in front of her, she’s trembling. I glance up at her face. “Remember, Aurora. Do not, under any circumstances, orgasm. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she whispers. For the first time since agreeing to this contract, she doesn’t sound bratty. As if she can’t decide if she’s dreading what comes next…or anticipating it.
I unfasten the clamp around her clit and, as she shrieks, I lean forward and taste her. Gods, she’s so wet, I have to smother my own moan. I hitch one of her legs up over my shoulder so I can get better access to her and stroke her clit with my tongue. Once. Twice. A third time.
“Stop!”
I meet her gaze without taking my mouth off her pussy and raise my eyebrows. She bites her bottom lip. “I’m close.”
I give her one last lick, gathering up as much of her taste as I can, before I lift my head. “Good girl.”
“Malone… Mistress…” She keeps nibbling on her bottom lip. “You aren’t really going to leave me like this, are you?”
I drop the chain and rise to my feet. “Yes. I am.” I clasp her chin again and use my thumb to tug her lip from between her teeth. “And if you hadn’t been such a little brat in the car, you’d be coming all over my mouth right now. Again.” Stroke. “And again.” Stroke.
“Just obey,” I say softly. “Surely it’s not too much to ask of you. You deny us both when you throw tantrums.”
A single tear escapes. “I hate you.”
“Maybe.” I release her and shrug. “But you don’t hate what I do to you.” I reach up and undo the cuffs around her wrist one at a time, pausing to rub the circulation back into her hands. The cuffs themselves weren’t overly tight, but I towed the line of how long she should have them above her head. “Do you have circulation problems?” Something I should have asked before starting this.
“No,” she whispers, staring at where I gently massage her hand. “I’m okay.”
“In that case, you’re more than capable of cleaning up after yourself.” I drop her hand and head for the door. I pause just before leaving the room. “Clean the toys and put them away, then come to the door at the end of the hallway. Don’t tarry.”
I’m smiling as I walk out the door.
Yes, things are coming along perfectly.6AuroraMy legs barely hold me up as I watch the door close behind Malone. At this point, any other Dominant would have wrapped me up for some cuddles to bring me down. I don’t know why I expected the same of her. Maybe that’s how she treats other submissives. Of course it wouldn’t apply to me.
I don’t want it to apply to me. Letting her beat me, fucking her, all of that can be waved away in the name of getting close to her. I don’t want to get close to her. It feels good to be held as my adrenaline drops off after a scene, to feel like I’m being treasured by my Dominant.
But Malone isn’t mine. She never will be.
I have been in her care for a few short hours. Surely I’m not in danger of forgetting that already? No. Of course not. I’m simply playing the game.
I gather up the chain and flogger and pad to the wardrobe. The whole room is immaculate, and the wardrobe itself is perfectly organized, right down to the rainbow of strap-ons that Malone is known for. Each is a different size and shape, and I stare at them for a long time, my buzzing brain wondering which one she’ll use on me.
If she’ll use one on me.
She’s edging me so hard right now, I feel a little dizzy from the denied orgasm. I was so close. Remembering the feeling of looking down my body and seeing her mouth on my pussy… I shiver. For a moment there, I was sure she’d throw caution to the wind and push me over the edge.
I find some cleaning solution in the top drawer and methodically clean the clamps. Most of the Dominants I play with don’t bother to order this kind of thing, but when I finally wore Hades down into agreeing to let me work as a submissive, cleaning up after scenes was one of my responsibilities while I trained. It’s tedious work, but soothing in its own way. Putting everything to order and all that.