Chapter 20 #2
“Then let’s begin.” His eyes darkened. “Strip. Everything. Put your clothes on that chair.”
I undid the laces of the corset dress with shaking fingers, letting it fall to the floor. The thong and boots followed. I put everything on the chair before standing naked in front of him, vulnerable and exposed, and felt my arousal spike.
“On the table. Face down.”
I climbed onto the padded surface and lay on my stomach. I heard him moving around, gathering supplies.
“Your hair needs to be up. Out of the way.” His hands were gentle as he gathered my curls and secured them in a high bun. “Arms above your head.”
I extended my arms, and he bound my wrists with soft rope, attaching them to anchors on the table. Then he moved to my ankles, spreading my legs slightly and securing them as well.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. Very much.”
“Good. Now I’m going to explain as I go. Fire play uses flash cotton and controlled flames. The fire moves across your skin so quickly that it doesn’t burn—you just feel the heat. But it can be intense. If it becomes too much, you safeword. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to start slow. Build up gradually. And between each level of intensity, I’m going to use a vibrator on your clit to keep your arousal in check. You will not come without permission. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I heard him moving, then felt something cool being applied to my back. “This is a protective barrier. Keeps your skin safe.”
Then silence. Anticipation built in my belly, coiling tight.
“Deep breath in,” he instructed.
I inhaled.
“Out.”
I exhaled, and suddenly there was heat. Intense, bright heat racing across my lower back. I watched in the mirror before me and suddenly understood its strategic placement as it let me see the action. I was entranced by it all. It lasted only a second, but I gasped at the sensation.
“Color?” Lex asked immediately.
“Green, Sir. Very green.”
“Good girl.”
He did it again, higher on my back this time. The heat was incredible, like standing too close to a bonfire for just a moment. My body jerked against the restraints.
“Again,” he said, and fire traced along my shoulders.
I was panting now, my entire body alive with sensation. And then I felt the vibrator press against my clit, and I cried out.
“Remember,” Lex said, working the toy in slow circles. “You don’t come without permission.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He built me up slowly, bringing me right to the edge before pulling the vibrator away. Then more fire, this time across my ass. The combination of heat and denied pleasure was maddening.
“Please,” I gasped.
“Not yet.”
More fire. More vibration. Over and over, he alternated between the two, pushing me higher and higher. My mind started to float, consciousness narrowing to just sensation. Heat and pleasure and need.
“Look at you,” Lex murmured. “So damn beautiful taking everything I give you. My good girl.”
I couldn’t form words anymore. Could only feel. The fire became warmth and light. The vibrator became the entire world. I floated in the sensation, surrendering completely.
“That’s it,” Lex’s voice came from somewhere far away. “Let go. Just feel.”
I did. I let go of control, of thought, of everything except the pure experience of sensation.
Time became meaningless. There was only the heat, the pleasure, the floating as I drifted.
I didn’t realize I’d slipped into a deep subspace until I was already there.
Weightless. Peaceful. Everything soft and distant and perfect. So this is what all the hype was about.
Now I understood…
I woke slowly, confusion clouding my thoughts. I was on a couch, wrapped in soft blankets. Majesty’s hand was stroking my hair, and Lex was pressing a cool cloth to my forehead.
“There she is,” Majesty said softly. “Welcome back, baby.”
“What happened?” My voice came out rough.
“You went deep,” Lex explained, his hand cupping my face. “Really deep. You’ve been in subspace for about thirty minutes or a little more. I had to get one of the Dungeon Monitors to get Majesty. You worried me, babygirl.”
Tears started falling before I could stop them. Not sad tears. Overwhelmed tears. Everything felt too big, too intense, too much.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Majesty soothed. “This is normal. Let it out.”
I sobbed against his chest while Lex moved the cool cloth to the back of my neck, both of them murmuring reassurances. Gradually, the crying subsided, leaving me feeling raw and open and strangely clean.
But as the emotional storm passed, something else rose in its place. Heat. Need. Arousal so intense it made me squirm.
“Lex,” I gasped. “I need...”
“I know what you need,” he said, his voice rough. “And you’re going to get it. But first, you need to drink this.”
He held a bottle of water to my lips, and I drank greedily. Majesty produced a chocolate bar, breaking off pieces and feeding them to me. Mmm… KitKat, my fav.
“Better?” Majesty asked after a few minutes.
“Yes, but”—I looked between them—“I’m so turned on I can’t think straight.”
“We noticed,” Lex said with a slight smile. “That’s also normal after intense scenes. The body processes the experience and converts it to arousal.”
“Can you do something about it?” I asked, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.
They exchanged a look.
“What do you think?” Majesty asked Lex. “Is she ready?”
“She’s ready.” Lex’s eyes were dark with promise. “Are you staying here or going, brother?”
“It alright if I stay and watch?” Majesty asked me.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, yes.”