Chapter 3 #2
His words spur me on, and I increase the pressure against my clit. My orgasm builds, the tension coiling deep within me. I’m close, so close.
And then Leo’s hand is on mine, taking the vibrator from me. I whimper in frustration, looking at him with pleading eyes.
“Not yet, my sweet. I control your pleasure, remember? And I want to be the one to make you come.”
He turns the vibrator off and slips it into the pocket of his pants. My attention drops to the noticeable bulge in his pants. I did that. My inner slut preens.
“Come with me,” he commands, taking my hand.
I don’t know where he’s taking me, but I’m so turned on I don’t care. As we weave through the club, we pass people in various scenes of play, but he doesn’t pause. He knows exactly where we’re going.
We enter a dimly lit hallway lined with doors. Leo stops at one and turns to face me. “This is a private playroom. Inside, I’m going to make you come, my pet. But remember, you only come when I say so.”
I nod, my heart pounding with anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”
He opens the door, revealing a room with textured red walls. The floor is laminate, great for easy cleanup, and in the center is a large four-poster bed draped in red silk. My eyes widen at the array of toys and restraints laid out on a nearby table.
Leo closes the door behind us, and when he turns to me, there’s a dominant hunger in his eyes. He cups my face gently. “Before we begin, lass, you remember your safewords?”
I nod, my voice steady despite my racing heart. “Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green for good.”
“That’s my good girl.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “I want you to use them if you need to. Promise me.”
“I promise, Sir.”
“Good. Now, strip for me. Slowly.”
My hands tremble as I reach for the hem of my dress.
I pull it up slowly and Leo’s gaze follows the movement as I reveal more skin.
I slip the dress over my head and let it fall to the floor.
I stand before him in just my heels and fight the urge to cover myself.
I want to please him, and the appreciative gleam in his eyes tells me that I am.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, circling me. “Now lie back on the bed. I want to taste you.”
I obey, climbing onto the bed and spreading my legs for him. The silk is cool against my overheated skin. He kneels on the mattress, his hands running up my thighs, and I whimper.
He lowers his mouth to my pussy, and the first touch of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. He explores every inch of me, licking and sucking, as I moan. I fist my hands in the bedding, trying to hold back my orgasm as the wet sounds of his mouth on me fill the room.
If someone had told me that being a freeuse toy meant this much attention on my pleasure, I wouldn’t have believed them. But here I am, melting under his mouth. I’m not complaining.
He slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot, and I cry out, my body trembling. “Please, Sir,” I beg. “Please let me come.”
He lifts his head, his fingers still fucking me. “Not yet, pet. You can take more.”
He reaches into his pocket with his free hand. I hear a buzzing sound, and then he presses the vibrator from earlier against my clit. Holy hell. I arch off the bed, my hips bucking at the intense pleasure.
“Oh god,” I moan, my body writhing beneath him. “I can’t...I can’t hold back much longer.”
“You can, my sweet. And you will.”
I grit my teeth as my body trembles from the effort of holding back.
The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, every nerve ending screaming for release.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, Leo turns off the vibrator and withdraws his fingers.
The sudden emptiness is its own kind of agony, leaving me shuddering and hollow.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice thick with desire. “Now, I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to come all over my cock. Understand?”
The room spins, and I’m so mentally fuzzy that I’m babbling. “Yes, Sir, please, please, fuck me, I need—can’t—please, I’ll do anything, just please—”
Leo sheds his clothes quickly, revealing his rock-hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight. He positions himself between my legs and rubs the head of his cock against my pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet. You want this cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, rocking against him and trying to make him slip inside. “Need it.”
He grasps my hips to hold me still. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please, Sir,” I whimper. “Please, Sir, I’m desperate for your cock. I need you inside me, need you to fuck me hard. I’ll be so good for you, please. I need to come on your cock, need you to fill me, please.”
“Fuck, you beg so beautifully.” He slams into me, and I cry out, my back arching.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust, immediately setting a driving rhythm that has me seeing stars. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.
This is what I was made for. The thought surfaces unbidden, but it feels true.
“God, you feel so good,” he says roughly. “So tight, so wet. Fucking perfect.”
I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders as I meet his thrusts. The wet sounds of skin slapping together and our ragged breathing fill the room. My orgasm builds again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
Leo captures my mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue mirrors the movements of his cock, claiming me, possessing me completely. I’m totally at his mercy, and I love every second of it.
“Come for me, my pet,” he commands, breaking away from the kiss. “Come all over my cock. Now.”
His words send me crashing over the edge. I scream his name as my body convulses with the force of my orgasm. He continues to fuck me, drawing out my pleasure until he explodes. With a final, deep thrust, he groans, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his cum.
I’m still shuddering when Leo rolls off me and pulls me into his arms. I snuggle against his chest and giggle from pure euphoria. Holy hell, that was incredible.
“You did so well, my sweet,” he murmurs and kisses my forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”
I smile, basking in his praise. “Thank you, Sir. I loved that. All of it.”
He chuckles. “And I loved watching you. You’re so incredibly sexy when you surrender.”
We lie there for a while in the quiet aftermath, our bodies cooling and our heart rates returning to normal.
Eventually, Leo sits up, pulling me with him. “Come on, my pet. Let’s get cleaned up and go home. I have more plans for you tonight.”
I give him a playful grin. “More, Sir? I’m not sure I can handle much more.”
There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Trust me, you can. My freeuse toy is mine to use as much as I want.”
A jolt of pleasure ripples through me as we get dressed, and a sense of belonging settles over me that I didn’t expect. I might not be part of this world permanently, but tonight I discovered several things about myself.
I like being watched. I like surrendering. I like being his.
And I can’t wait to see what else he has planned.