Chapter 31 Sydney
THIRTY-ONE
SYDNEY
“Bye! Thanks for coming!” I yell from the front steps, waving as cars funnel out of the driveway.
Angus was properly welcomed to his new home, and we had a lot of fun hanging out with all the most important people in our lives.
Well, I did, at least. I’m guessing that Steele would probably say the evening took a turn after I bombarded him with photos and videos of myself masturbating in his downstairs bathroom.
But he deserved it, just like he does everything else I’m about to do to him tonight.
I don’t need a fully equipped kink club to correct his bad behavior. I can do that anywhere.
I step inside, closing and locking the door behind me before I peek into the living room to check on the dog.
As expected, he’s fast asleep in his bed, where I’m guessing he’ll stay until morning.
He played harder than ever for hours, using every ounce of energy in his tiny little body until he couldn’t keep his eyes open for another second.
Walking toward the kitchen, I’m surprised to find it empty. I figured Steele would be tidying up or grabbing something to drink, but he’s nowhere to be found in the main area of the house.
“Steele? Where are you?” I say, listening for a reply that doesn’t come as I head down the hall that leads to his bedroom. The light is on, but very dim, the most beautiful sight greeting me when I walk through the door.
Steele is on his knees, completely nude, his hands flattened on his muscular thighs as his gaze stays glued to the floor.
Despite the fact that I just came not too long ago, my clit throbs between my legs, arousal already beginning to soak the gusset of my lace panties.
I could look at him all night with his defined muscles and tattooed skin, dark locks of hair draping over the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen.
But I can’t do that, because if I did, I’d never get to feel him inside me.
I bet I need it just as much as he does right now, although I can’t let him know that.
I have to stay in control, making sure he learns his lesson for being so defiant tonight.
Plus, it’s hot as hell to have him caged and begging. I want to soak as much of that in as I can before I free him from the restraint.
“I see you’ve decided to be good for me, hmm?” A shuddered breath leaves his lungs, his fingers flexing against his thighs before he chokes out a response.
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry for my behavior. Thank you for correcting me.”
My stomach clenches with anticipation as I remove my shirt and pants, tossing them aside before I erase the space between us. Reaching out, I cup his cheek, tilting his head up toward me. “You’re welcome, baby boy,” I say. “Since you apologized so nicely, I have a reward for you.”
He swallows, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “What is it?”
A smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth, and I gently skate my thumb along his jaw. “I’m going to ride your face.”
He exhales roughly, relief evident in his expression as his dick twitches inside the cage.
The motion catches my eye, causing power to surge through my limbs like electricity.
I love that I can make his body react that way at just the thought of tasting me.
This man is every one of my dreams wrapped into one perfect package, taking just as well as he gives and knowing exactly what I need.
“Thank you, Mistress.” His fingertips flex, biting into the flesh of his thighs as he awaits my direction, the subtle tremors in his abdomen telling me that he’s just as desperate as I am to continue.
But whatever he’s thinking is about to happen next is wrong, because while this may bring me pleasure, it’s still a punishment for him.
“On the bed, baby,” I order. He obeys immediately, standing to his feet and padding across the room. He settles with his back against the pillows, his eyes locked on me as I slowly undo the clasp of my bra.
His gaze flares, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I expose my breasts to him. My nipples are hard and aching, the jeweled barbells taunting him from several feet away. My panties follow, fluttering to the floor before I step out of them and push them aside with my foot.
I allow him to look his fill, my hands disappearing into my hair and fluffing it playfully.
Putting on a show for my man, I turn, making sure he has the perfect view of my ass as I lower my touch downward, ghosting over every curve.
I spread my cheeks, exposing all the parts of myself I know he’s yearning to feel and taste.
But that’s the point—I want him to be so worked up that he won’t know what hit him when I deliver the final part of his comeuppance.
“Lie on your back,” I instruct, walking over to my overnight bag that’s full of goodies, while he obeys.
I mentally high-five myself for bringing so many toys, even though I was unaware of what I’d be using when I packed them.
It’s like my subconscious knew that Steele would need some extra discipline tonight before either one of us did.
Reaching inside, I root around, my fingers immediately finding what I’m in search of.
I pull everything out, standing to my full height and returning to the side of the bed before holding it up for him to see.
His eyes immediately widen, locking onto the item in my hand as a rough swallow works its way down his throat.
“This is a gag,” I say, guessing by his reaction that he’s never seen this style before.
“The ball goes in your mouth, and the dildo is for me, so I can ride your face.” I turn it, showing him both ends of the toy, because despite the fact that I’m in the dominant role, he’s still in charge.
I need him to be explicitly on board with everything we do, especially when it’s new to him.
“Do I have your consent to use it tonight?”
Without so much as a pause, he nods his head. “Yes.”
“That’s a good boy, taking your punishment,” I praise. “Open up.”
He parts his lips, giving me room to fit the ball between his teeth before I reach around and buckle the leather straps behind his head.
The black, silicone dildo sticks up, giving me the perfect place to sit while I drive him wild.
His brows are pulled tight, the agony behind his dark brown eyes fanning the flames of my desire.
I’m sure he thinks this is the worst of it—me riding his face in a way that makes it impossible for him to taste—but it’s only the beginning.
When the gag is secured, I hold up the other item in my hand, a black satin blindfold. Catching his stare, I wait for the subtle lift of his chin that tells me he’s good with this, too. In an instant, it’s over his eyes, rendering him fully unaware of my next move.
“You won’t be able to speak, so if you want to stop for any reason, slap my thigh twice. This is going to be more intense than anything we’ve done, so I need you to let me know if it’s too much. There’s no shame in that, Steele. Okay?”
“Mhmm,” he mumbles around the ball, the exhales puffing from his nose coming faster and heavier as he grips the sheets at his sides.
I trail my gaze down his frame, cataloguing his body language for my own peace of mind.
He’s given me his consent, but in order to give him mine, I need to be sure he’s not showing any signs of apprehension.
His skin is flushed, beads of sweat already forming on his neck and chest. The muscles in his abdomen are pulled tight just like they always are when we’re about to play, not causing any extra alarm as he breathes like he’s desperate for more.
His cock, still restrained by the cage, is already attempting to harden against the silicone to no avail.
The sight of it bulging from the slits has me more worked up than I’ve ever been in my life.
The dildo gag is merely a lackluster imitation of the perfection between his thighs, and to be honest, I have no idea how long I’ll last before using the key around my neck and taking what I really want.
Unable to stand the throb in my core for another second, I climb onto the mattress, flipping so my back is facing the headboard before I sling a leg over his head.
In this position, I can watch his body’s reactions better, and it gives me the opportunity to touch him everywhere without having to contort myself.
I enter my pussy with two fingers, gathering the wetness and rubbing it around the outside.
Normally, I’d use lube, but there’s not a chance I’ll be needing it with how aroused I am already.
Steele’s body alone is enough to make me uncomfortably slick, but seeing him in bondage like this sends everything into overdrive.
Every part of me aches to come, blood hammering between my ears in a maddening cadence until finally, I take what I need.
Notching the head of the dildo at my entrance, I lower down, careful not to put too much pressure on his face.
As horny as I am, his safety is still my number one priority, and I need to make sure he’s able to breathe properly while I’m riding him.
I slowly slide up and down, both of us whimpering in unison as the toy stretches me open.
“Yes,” I murmur, swiveling my hips, my hands gliding along the ridges and valleys of his abs.
It feels incredible, the flawless vision before me only ramping up my need as electricity begins to gather at the base of my spine.
I lower my touch, determined to stave off my own orgasm so I can deliver the most torturous punishment he’ll ever experience.