Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Asad
A two-monthversary wouldn’t be a big deal to most people, but it was to him and Morgan.
It had been a really good two months, too.
He was a regular fixture at her and Brian’s place.
As much as he would have liked to spend all their time at his place, he didn’t have the studio setup she needed for recording her ASMR or doing lives.
So, on nights when she went live, he would sleep over at her place, hanging out with Brian or entertaining himself while she was doing her thing.
That meant three nights a week, he and Brian were hanging out.
It usually wasn’t just them. Mitch, Kincaid, and Zach came over regularly to hang out with Brian on those nights as well, so Asad got to know all of them a little better.
They were protective of Morgan, but the longer he and Morgan were together—and the more they saw of him—the more they all relaxed.
Though Brian did ask them to keep sex to Morgan’s room when he came home from his trip a day early, despite Asad’s reassurances that she had recovered from being ill.
He’d walked in on them not long after Asad had come to the house to find her wearing a frilly maid costume, complete with a feather duster and no underwear.
She’d proved to him that she was feeling all the way better, even though they’d had to take their antics back to her room after the interruption.
It hadn’t ended their night at all. In fact, he’d taken the opportunity to tie her down to the bed and dust her, teasing her with the feathers until she was begging for him to fuck her.
As scenes went, it had been pretty light, but she had just recovered from being sick.
Tonight, however, there was going to be nothing holding him back, and Asad had plans.
Tonight was the night he was going to tell Morgan he was in love with her. He didn’t know how it had happened, and he worried it might be too fast, but at some point a few weeks ago, he’d been watching one of her live feeds, and the emotion had hit him in the gut out of nowhere.
He loved her. He’d fallen in love with her. He wanted a future with her.
No, he wasn’t going to propose immediately, but he wanted to tell her, and he wanted to make it special. But he also wanted to make it very him.
So, he had plans for tonight.
First, though, was dinner and the show. Tonight, Master Michael and Ellie were performing.
Master Michael had been working on his Shibari techniques lately, and they were going to do a suspension scene with some knife play.
Since Master Michael was a sadist and Ellie was a masochist, Morgan was particularly excited.
Asad was going to enjoy himself, too. Before they left the house, he’d dressed Morgan the way he wanted her.
Little rubber rings hugged her nipples, tightly enough to keep them erect and pulsing, giving them some extra sensitivity, but not so tight that he had to worry about her circulation.
The waist cincher she was wearing kept her breasts completely bare, so he’d covered her up with a coat before they left, knowing that every move she made would make her nipples rub against the fabric.
Then he’d bent her over her bed and inserted a silicone plug in her ass, preparing her for his plans later that evening.
He also filled her pussy with a U-shaped vibrator that nestled against her body, one part of it right up against her clit.
She had to sit with her hips tilted forward to stay comfortable, so her weight wasn’t resting on the toy, but she didn’t seem bothered by it.
Especially since the vibrator was remote controlled, and Asad had the control. He could turn it on inside her, turn on the suction that was right over her clit, or both.
“Do you think they’ll be starting soon?” she asked, bouncing slightly in her seat, which made her breasts bounce enticingly above the waist cincher. Asad reached over to pinch a pert nipple between his fingers, making her moan and arch her back. His cock throbbed at the sound.
“Yes,” he answered, just as the lights started to dim.
Letting go of her nipple, he reached around her body, pulling her in closer to him, so he could touch her as much as he wanted during the show.
The lights went out. The second floor of Marquis was set up as a circular room with booths lining the walls and a round stage in the center where the performances were held.
Each booth could fit up to six to eight people and had two curtains that could be drawn across the booth’s opening for various levels of privacy.
The first curtain was sheer, and when the stage lights were on, would keep anyone from being able to see what was happening inside the booth.
That was for voyeurs who didn’t want to accidentally become exhibitionists or who desired a modicum of privacy.
The second curtain was heavy velvet and would turn the booth into a kinky little cocoon.
Obviously, they wanted to watch the show, and neither of them cared about being watched, so they were leaving the curtains completely open.
Once the stage lights were fully on, they could no longer see into the booth across from them, so it was still mostly private.
And the people on either side of them certainly couldn’t see them since the walls of the booth went all the way up to the ceiling.
Marquis had been designed for a myriad of possibilities.
After the show, he’d be taking Morgan back to the Dungeon room, though he’d asked for a few modifications when he’d made the reservation.
The Dungeon could also serve very well as a medical scene room, and Freddy had been happy to make the arrangements for him.
Master Michael and Ellie walked into the room.
She already had some ropes wrapped around her, the ends hanging loosely down her legs.
More ropes descended from the ceiling as they stepped onto the stage.
Petite and curvy with her long black hair hanging down her back, Ellie looked utterly delectable in her rope outfit.
Maybe he should work on some Shibari so he could dress Morgan up with ropes. Definitely something to consider for the future.
As the show started, he leaned in and began to toy with Morgan’s nipple and the remote in his pocket. Not that he was going to let her cum. No, he needed to get her prepared. He needed her as wet as possible for what he wanted to do with her.
Her low moan as they watched Master Michael insert a hook plug into Ellie’s ass before attaching the rope on it to her hair made him feel like it wasn’t going to be that difficult.
Morgan
By the time the show was over, Morgan was a slippery mass of seething need.
Her aching nipples were throbbing in the confines of the rings, sensitive to every stroke, pinch, and twist from Master Asad’s fingers.
Her pussy juices had soaked through her thong, and the tops of her thighs slid against each other, thanks to the leaking cream.
Her pussy lips felt swollen, throbbing between her legs as she walked, and that bit of stimulation teased her clit, which was already highly sensitive, thanks to the vibrator that had been tormenting it.
The vibrator had gone completely silent during the last ten minutes of the show when Master Asad had realized she was too close to orgasm.
Following him out of the dining room into the hallway leading to the hotel rooms, she was barely aware of the others doing the same thing.
Her entire focus was centered on him and the pulsing desire in her core.
“In here.” He opened up the door to the Dungeon room.
She hadn’t known what room they were going to.
He’d been so secretive, taking care of picking up her bags and bringing them to check in so her evening would be a surprise.
Grinning at her, he swept his arm out like he was showing off the door and encouraging her to walk through it. Not that she needed encouragement.
Though she did grind to a halt as soon as she stepped inside because this wasn’t the Dungeon she was used to.
During classes, she’d spent plenty of time in this room, which had been rearranged.
The general décor was still the same, but in the center of the room, there was now a padded doctor’s table complete with stirrups—the kinky BDSM version of it, at least, with all the rings and straps for restraints—and a gleaming silver cart beside it with a tray resting on top.
The only things on the tray were a huge bottle of lube and a pair of thin medical gloves.
“What’s this?” she asked, then squealed when pain exploded on her buttocks. Asad had given her a short, sharp, harsh swat to get her moving forward again.
“Your second monthversary present.” Asad grinned.
“I looked over the form you filled out when you joined Stronghold, about things you wanted to try, your soft and hard limits, and I discovered there was only one thing listed as ‘want to try’ that I know you haven’t done yet. So, that’s what we’re doing tonight.”
Oh God.
Morgan’s gaze dropped down to his hands as her thighs automatically pressed together in defense. When she’d filled out the form, she’d been curious about the idea, especially since it wasn’t something Richard or Jason had ever tried to do with her.
“You’re going to fist me?” Her voice came out in a high squeak.
“Yes, I am. I’m going to fist you until you cum, then we’ll see where the night takes us from there.” Turning her to face the table, his fingers stroked down her upper spine, from between her shoulders to the top of her waist cincher, and suddenly it felt like she didn’t have enough air to breathe.
That sounded incredibly hot and also terrifying. He didn’t have small hands. When she’d been fantasizing about it while filling out the form, she’d pictured someone with small hands… like, her size hands.
“Don’t worry, Red, I’ve got you.” His soft murmur in her ear helped her take another breath.
It was Master Asad. He would never harm her. And she had a safeword. If she needed to use it, she could, and he wouldn’t think any less of her. Heck, he’d probably applaud her for using it since her not using it was the bigger concern. She trusted him completely.
She could do this.
And she wanted to.
Now she knew why he’d been teasing her so relentlessly. He wanted her pussy soft, supple, and ready to be stretched. That was as important as the lube, and the more turned on she was, the easier it would be.
A soft kiss pressed against her shoulder, then he patted her ass, right where he’d swatted her but much more gently this time. She felt a tug at the laces of her waist cincher as he began to loosen them.
“We need to get this off first. Once you’re naked, I want you up on the table, heels in the stirrups.”
Mouth dry, she knew there was only one answer possible.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.