32. Declan
Chapter thirty-two
Declan
S erenity's been exploring the exhibition rooms more. I love watching her watch different scenes. Her body is still, hands clasped behind her, still as a statue. At least that's what she looks like to someone who hasn't spent the last five months studying the sweet little thing in front of me.
Me? I see the pink in her cheeks even in the darkened hallway. I see the way her chest pumps just a little faster, like it does on our runs. She's not as unaffected as she thinks she is.
I peer around the corner to see what she's watching.
It's the female couple from her first night. The sub is in nothing but her eternity collar, and her domme is sitting, still fully clothed, on a throne. The domme slides a finger through the collar and tugs her sub up her lap.
I clear my throat to let Serenity know of my presence.
She quirks her head slightly, still watching the scene in front of us.
"I've seen those collars on a couple of the patrons. What do they mean?"
The image of Serenity, on her knees in front of me, in nothing but her collar has my cock thickening against my slacks. Fuck, that's a nice image. To claim her as mine forever, in a public statement like that? An unwanted surge of desire and possessiveness washes through me.
I clear my throat again and push those thoughts away. She isn't mine to possess, to control. To publicly claim her as mine. I don't know what she is to me.
"They're called eternity collars. It's a symbol to the rest of the community that she's in a committed relationship with her domme."
There's so much more I could explain - the devotion, submission, trust, but honestly, the couple in front of us are demonstrating exactly what I would explain in a much more eloquent way than I ever could. So, I let her watch.
The domme guides her sub over her lap so that her ass is over her thigh, toes and fingers barely touching the floor.
I'm glad Serenity's here to witness this. I've wondered about impact play with her. It's certainly something I love to do, but I don't tolerate brats, so I rarely have a reason to punish any of my subs.
The domme spanks her sub hard, her pale skin flushing pink instantly.
"Oh, fuck," Serenity whispers, clenching her thighs together. I love that she's learning about herself with me in a safe manner.
I decide to take a risk and step in behind her, pressing my chest against her back. She doesn't balk at the contact, so I take that as consent to wrap my arm around her waist and hold her to me.
The tension she always holds in her body eases with my touch. Male pride fills my chest that she feels safe with me. We've come a long way since that first night.
"Do you like that?"
The domme delivers three more spanks before squeezing the pink globe roughly in her hand. Serenity's breathing picks up even more.
"I don't know. No one's ever spanked me like that."
"Are you wet from watching it?"
With anyone else, anywhere else, that question would be offensive. But in the dark hallway of a sex club, and with my little pet, it's a perfectly reasonable question.
She shifts her weight from foot to foot, considering.
"I can always check for you, if you're unsure..." My voice is gravel as my hand spreads across her stomach, toying with the top of her pants. Her work outfit isn't sexy at all but knowing what's underneath it has me salivating. There's so much I want to show her, to teach her. So much I want to experience with her, and marvel at her reactions every time. Seeing her experience everything for the first time reminds me of how precious trust and vulnerability is, and it makes me feel like I'm experiencing everything with her for the first time.
Her head falls back against my chest, and she lets out a deep sigh. When I peer down at her face, her eyes are closed in complete relaxation.
"I need consent, Serenity," I say, but her name is barely out of my mouth when she says,
"Please."
I don't move though, eager to drag out the anticipation.
"I've been dying for you to touch me since that day in your office, a week ago."
I smile, relieved that the shibari demonstration wasn't too much for her. I'd been giving her space to process what happened and to decide if she was okay with it. She was obviously a willing participant but dropping into sub-space and being that vulnerable with someone can really mess with someone's head afterwards.
But my little Serenity wasn't fazed at all. I'm starting to think she was made for me. Now if she gets off on impact play? I know she was.
I place one hand on her hip, holding her against me, while the other flicks open the button on her pants. I slide one finger beneath her panties and slowly slide it down. She sucks in a hiss when my finger finds her hard and soaking clit.
"Christ, Ser. You're soaked, aren't you?"
I can't see the expression on her face, but she nods her head eagerly. I circle her clit with two of my fingers and watch, enraptured, as her chest heaves staggered breaths.
A delicious moan escapes her as her hips stutter, seeking friction.
"I would say the idea of impact play turns you on. Would you like to find a room and we can play?" My voice comes out calm even if every cell in my body is screaming at her to say 'yes'.
She spins on me, dislodging my hand from her pants.
"Yes," she says on a breath, her eyes eager and clear. There's no shyness there, only need, and I'm harder than I've ever been.
I keep her eye contact as I plunge one finger in my mouth to lick her essence clean. I groan at her taste, dying for more. But before I can suck off the other finger, her hand darts out and grabs it, stopping me. Instead, I watch in lusty rapture as she brings my finger to her mouth and wraps her lips around it, tasting herself.
My cock twitches, demanding attention and I swear if I move right now, I'm going to come in my pants.
"Hm," she says as she innocently considers her own taste and I'm desperate to wrap my hand around her head, plunge my tongue into her mouth and lick her cum out of her mouth. But I won't. Instead, I grab her hand and find the nearest empty room.