Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
Felix
Her shriek filled his ears when he slid into her as his cock seated itself as deep inside her as he could go. He had opened a condom while she was distracted, sliding it onto his cock before he stuffed her all at once. Her whole body froze as she took him in one go, the months apart disappearing as they joined together once more.
Her panted breaths were music to Felix’s ears, and with one arm wrapped around her to keep the e-stim toy in place, the other hand braced against the loveseat beside hers. He felt the way she shook beneath him, the toy doing wonders to get her body ready to take him again. Maybe the next time they did this they could be somewhere more private and he would use his tongue and fingers on her first for being such a good girl tonight.
Hell, if she was into it, he’d splay her out on a table and play with her right there in the playroom. When he snapped his hips forward and started thrusting into her body, her satisfied moans fueled his ego enough to believe she might like that too.
Clicking the button, he enjoyed her startled cry as he fucked her, the toy keeping her overly sensitive to every little touch. She twitched when he did it again, whimpering, and he let his head fall back for a moment at the feeling. Oh how he had missed this.
“Sir,” she gasped, her hands clutched tightly to the sofa. If she were turned, he knew her long nails would drag down his back. “Please.”
“Please what, Bambi?” he asked, lifting his gaze once more. He flexed his hand on the couch, adjusting his grip to he could fuck into her harder without losing his hold on the toy.
“It’s too much,” she said, and he remembered this game. “I’m too s-sensitive.”
“Oh?” He tapped the button quickly, her sweet whimpers the only thing he could hear in the room. “Do you need to come again?”
“Please!”
Holding the button down, he pressed forward to pin her hips against the couch. “Give it to me, Misha.”
She screamed, her cries of pleasure mixing with the rest of those in the room. His eyes rolled as he picked up his pace again, her orgasm causing her pussy to clench deliciously around him. He wouldn’t last much longer, and he was suddenly glad he put the condom on before sliding inside her.
Leaning in, he dragged his teeth along her ear as she shook. He felt his balls tighten and knew he needed to make quick work of this. “Misha, I need your words. Tell me where you are.”
Her voice was breathy when she spoke. “Green.”
“Good. That’s a good girl. Now tell me, do you want me to breed you like I used to?”
She whimpered, pressing her ass back against his. “Yes.”
It earned her a growl. “I can’t do that tonight, Bambi, but we’ll play again soon if you let me. And I’ll fill you with my cum as many times as you’ll allow. Now, are we still good even if I’m not going to cream you?”
“Green. Yes, Felix, Sir. Fuck! Please, please breed me.”
He groaned, well aware that she wouldn’t say such things if she didn’t still have the IUD in place. He was wearing a condom now, but that wouldn’t always be the case if they fell back into old ways. Misha had always wanted him, but Felix also knew from their chats that she was not interested in a family of her own anytime soon.
With her words echoing in his head, he slammed his cock inside her a few more times before grunting, feeling himself as he exploded inside the condom. She stiffened when he clicked the toy on again, licking a trail up the side of her neck. “One more, baby.”
She came almost on command, a pleasured gasp leaving her lips that edged on a sob. He only stroked himself into her willing body a few more times before she went limp as she panted. He stilled, his breath ragged too, and kissed her neck before gently sliding out of her.
He adjusted his clothing immediately before snapping her bodysuit back in place, and then his hands found the sides of her body and her face and helped her to lie down. She was malleable after that many orgasms, shooting him a pleased smile as she stared up at the ceiling.
“Rest,” he demanded, and she smiled without an argument. “I’ll get you water and a snack. Are you hurting at all? Do you need something?”
Her bleary eyes peered up at him. “The only ache I have is the absence of your cock, Felix. I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow since I didn’t sleep with anyone but you over the last year. I’m good.”
He nodded and slipped that bit of information away for later. He hadn’t realized that she slept with no one else but him in the last month much less over an entire year.. They never asked those questions when they had time together, and he didn’t broach the topic in texts. She offered the information so freely he wondered if it was a real admission or something that slipped out while she lingered in subspace.
Turning, he gathered a few things, letting Misha catch her breath and regain her footing back on the couch. When he reached for a towel, his gaze caught on someone watching. He half expected it to be one of the men or even a guard since Misha was so flushed after being fucked, but his eyes locked on a woman who curiously studied him.
Two in fact. They had to be twins judging by their looks. Everyone had the option to watch and admire in a space like this, but these two were watching him intently.
Narrowing his eyes, he half-turned back to Misha and followed their gazes. One of the women caught him watching, her eyes met his then darted away. He wet his lips and waited to see if they had something to say. They were young, probably closer to Misha’s age than his, and he didn’t know what to make of that.
After a moment, the first woman touched her twin’s arm. They both stood without a backward glance and turned, heading toward the exit.
That was strange, but Felix had more pressing matters to attend to, and he knew if he waited too long he’d lose his courage to give her the last thing he really needed to.
Misha accepted the water and the snack he handed her without question, sitting up to devour the granola bar and the water before he managed to sit down beside her. Her eyes were more focused now, and she took two more large swigs of the water as he sipped his own before she glanced over at him. “So… twins?”
He narrowed his eyes. “They were looking at you, not me. You gave an excellent performance.”
Her cheeks colored, and he watched as her gaze darted around his lap. “The toy…”
Nodding, he pulled the item out of his pocket. “It needs to be cleaned, but it’s like the one we used to use. I’m glad to see you still like a bit of shock to your system.”
She offered him a tired smile, and he knew that look well. She was thoroughly sated and fucked and she would sleep soon. He stood when she finished the water bottle, dropping the toy into the implement basket next to the armoire. He knew a service submissive would gather the items used throughout the Dungeon for a thorough cleaning before returning them to the various armoires for future use.
“Come on, Misha, looks like you could use some rest.”
Her eyes lifted to his, and he saw the defiance in hers. “I don’t want to go to sleep yet, Felix. We should talk–”
He stood, holding out a hand. “You’re riding the high of getting to come that many times. You’re in a satisfied and slightly suggestive state. I don’t think this is the best time to talk.”
“Because I might actually agree with something you say?” she snipped.
Felix sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. Scanning the room he saw no one seemed to be paying any particular attention to them, and there were still couples and groups in the middle of play. In the distance he saw people heading off toward what he knew were the private rooms, and wondered if he could book ahead for one of those next time. Maybe it would give them some time to talk without feeling like there was no privacy, which Felix knew was something that bothered Misha.
He could relate. Shoving the strange looks those twin girls sent their way to the back of his mind, he met her gaze again. “Because I want to have a real conversation when you’re not too tired to keep up with me.”
Her eyes narrowed a hair. “I’m not too tired. Don’t be so full of y-yourself.”
The yawn that slipped out was unconvincing, and he gave her a gentle smile for her efforts. At least Misha was consistently stubborn. “Come on, Bambi. It’s time for rest. We can talk all you want in the morning.”
She pouted, popping out her bottom lip, and he skimmed his finger across it. He’d rather fuck her again or take her back to his room to play a few more times before morning, but he needed to stop himself for tonight. If he wasn’t careful, he could fall so easily into Misha’s gravitational pull, and his whole world would become nothing but her.
He didn’t think it was a bad idea, but he didn’t know if that would work out either. And he wasn’t willing to hold his heart out to her like that just yet and watch it be crushed.
He moved to wrap an arm around her before she suddenly pulled back. “Actually, I brought a change of clothes. It’s in the lockers.”
He nodded. “We can grab those on our way.”
She looked surprised. “We? You don’t have to walk me back to my room. I promise I know the way.”
He chuckled, brushing some of her sweaty hair back from her face. “I’m aware, Misha. I’ll still walk you back anyway after that.”
Her gaze softened, and at least she didn't protest again as they moved around the room. He waited patiently for her to go in and grab her things on her own, and he half expected her to come back out wearing whatever she walked over here in. But she was still in that sexy bodysuit when she came out, her clothes folded neatly in her arms, and he nodded before wrapping an arm around her to head back to the visitors’ rooms.
“You’re going to have to show me which one is yours,” he admitted, letting her guide the way. She shot him a curious look, the edges of a smile pulling at her lips.
“Why, Felix, you didn’t snoop and find out which is mine already?”
“No, I’d rather you show me.”
Misha had nothing to say to that, but he swore that smile made its way full onto her lips as they walked. He silently played over in his head what he wanted to say to her about the paper in his pocket, and when they reached her door he only felt slightly more prepared.
Ironically, she wasn’t far from his own room.
Misha turned at the door, holding the bundle of clothes tightly in her hands. “This is me.”
He nodded, fingering the paper in his pocket before he pulled it out. If he hesitated anymore he knew he wouldn’t do it. “This is for you.”
Curious, she slid the clothes to one hand and took the paper in her other. “Are you giving my pages back?”
“No. This one is mine. It's not a diary entry, so don’t get excited. It’s more of a note.”
She eyed it, and he imagined if she wasn’t holding her clothing she would already have it torn open. “Is this how we talk now? Good sex and handing off notes?”
“I’d say the sex was better than good.”
She gave him a playful push, still eyeing the paper. “I’ll read it tonight. I enjoyed this so much.”
“I did too.” He stepped forward, pressing a kiss to her hairline, and she seemed to melt into the feel for a moment before he pulled back. “And we will be talking about a lot of things, just not tonight. But for now rest and think. It will do both of us good.”
She bit her lip, looking ready to protest, and eyed the note again. “I… do we meet tomorrow then?”
“This isn’t like high school,” he told her, reaching out to grasp the hand with the note. He lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of her hand. “This is real life. Read it and find me when you’re ready. There’s no rush tomorrow, baby.”
She nodded and smiled, clutching the note tight to her body like a lifeline. Felix watched until she turned and opened her door, stepping into the room. As she gave him a smile and wink and closed the door, he hoped that this healed rather than destroyed them.
Seeing Misha at the resort hadn’t been part of his plan, but now that he had her here, keeping her was everything. There were no other obligations right now. He owed his full commitment not just to her, but to both of them.