Chapter 31 Sydney #2
Leaning forward, I gently cup his balls, earning a desperate whine as I roll them in my palm.
The cage jumps between his thighs, the sweet agony of his arousal causing his hips to lift from the bed of their own volition.
The bead of precum that leaks from his head taunts me, but he’s too tall for me to dip down for a taste without pulling off the dildo.
And with how horny I am in this moment, there isn’t a chance in hell I’m doing that.
“Too bad you don’t know how to listen,” I mock.
“That big, thick cock could be snug inside me right now, preparing to fill me up. I should make you come all over yourself, so you never disobey me again”.
The threat is empty, but I do my best to sell it anyway.
He doesn’t need to know that I’d die before I’d ever waste a single drop of his cum.
It either goes in my body or on my skin—I refuse to accept anything else.
I sit up, the hand that’s not torturing his balls lowering to massage my clit as the release I’ve been craving barrels toward me at full speed.
Desperate moans from below vibrate through my core, intensifying every euphoric sensation while I bounce up and down.
It’s otherworldly, the sight of his cock leaking from the tip making me feel like a queen on her throne as I chase every ounce of pleasure I can grab onto.
Steele’s fingers find my thighs, wrapping around the heated flesh and guiding me along the dildo as I lose myself completely.
I shouldn’t let him set the pace, since this is not supposed to be about him, but nobody knows what my body needs more than he does.
It’s like he has a direct line to my brain, moving me at just the right angle to have me teetering on the precipice.
“Oh my God, Steele,” I moan, my hands shooting up to my aching nipples and pulling on the metal barbells.
That does the trick, pushing me the final inch as I careen into oblivion.
Pleasure zaps through me, and I come on a loud scream, white light flashing behind my closed eyes while my cunt pulses against the dildo.
My hips jerk wildly, unintelligible curses falling from my lips as I fight to hold myself upright.
I slowly return to earth, aftershocks from my release rolling through me in waves until finally, the pleasure begins to fade.
My head is foggy, like I’ve just taken a hit of the world’s strongest drug, as the post-orgasm bliss warms me from the inside out.
But in the next second, it’s like a bucket of ice water is dumped over my head, when two tight slaps ricochet off the skin of my thigh in rapid succession.
“Fuck,” I rush out, hurrying off of him and spinning to unfasten the gag.
I’m on autopilot as I tear the key to the cage over my head and unlock it, careful not to hurt him in the process as I remove it from his body.
Next, I’m onto the blindfold, tossing it aside and taking his face in my hands.
I frantically scan his features, looking for signs of injury, but all I get are his big brown eyes, full of longing as he stares up at me.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I say, my eyes filling with tears.
I’ve had subs use their safe words before, and I was able to stay composed so I could properly care for them.
The domme who trained me spent weeks reiterating how to handle moments just like this one, until I was completely confident in my ability to react calmly.
But right now, I feel like I’m about to shatter into a million pieces, terrified to death that I’ve hurt Steele.
“The blindfold,” he says on a rushed breath, his chest heaving as he shakes his head. “I thought it would be okay, but not being able to see you as you fell apart—” His brows pull tight. “I have to be able to see you, Sydney.”
Every nerve ending in my body is still on high alert, my limbs shaking as his words play on repeat before finally sinking in.
I didn’t hurt him. He’s okay.
I exhale a relieved breath, my heart rate slowly returning to its baseline. The anxiety that was heavy in the pit of my stomach moments ago begins to dissipate, and I drop my chin to my chest, needing a moment to collect myself.
“Hey.” He sits up, curls a finger under my chin, and lifts until my tear-filled gaze meets his.
His thumb skates across my jawline, the soothing gesture like a balm to my worried heart.
“I’m good. We’re good. Every bit of that was amazing…
aside from the blindfold.” He pauses for a moment, emotion softening his expression.
“I spent my whole fucking life searching for perfection, Syd. Now that I found it, I can’t bear the thought of looking away. ”
I nod, my heart swelling at the sentiment.
How is this the same volatile, closed-off man who couldn’t wait to leave Cleveland in his rear-view mirror?
And how am I the same girl who couldn’t stand to be anywhere near him?
We’ve both changed so much since then, exposing parts of ourselves to each other that no one else in the world could ever understand.
“No blindfolds,” I whisper, sniffling. “No looking away.”
He lunges forward, his strong hands cradling my face as our mouths crash together in a passionate kiss. His tongue pushes past my lips, dominating every part of me, even though I’m supposed to be in charge. But this is who we are, and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.
We’re push and pull. Give and take. Two jagged edges that were made to fit together in the most picture-perfect way.
“I want you,” he whispers, the words sweet against my lips. “Am I done being punished? I promise, I’ll be so good.”
A breathy laugh rushes from my lungs. “Yes, you’re done being punished, but I need to make sure the cage didn’t leave behind any marks first. And…”—I bite my lip coyly—“I want to put your piercings back in. I like the way they feel.”
He grins, lying back against the pillows with his hands threaded behind his head. “Be my guest, Mistress. Far be it from me to tell you what to do.”