Chapter 20 #2
“I wouldn’t mind choking on you, Master Stevens.
” Viv’s voice is like sultry silk, caressing my senses.
Part of me really fucking wants to take her up on the offer.
I’ve been nursing blue balls for weeks without Aspen.
Maybe it would help me get over her, but as the crowd looks on expectantly, many submissives are eyeing me like their next meal, and I just can’t do it.
I reach for a nine-inch dildo and ask Viv to move so that everyone can see her profile.
“Well, hello,” Viv purrs as I hold it out to her.
“Mistress Genevieve is now going to take as much as she can comfortably before I show you the difference between a good deepthroat technique and choking.”
I keep hold of the base, letting Viv adjust herself, taking the dildo to the back of her throat. I then angle her head up to allow her to take the rest. “As Mistress is beautifully demonstrating, extension of the neck allows for deeper penetration. Now, here is where it differs from deepthroating.”
Viv displays her deepthroating skills, moving up and down the dildo, taking it down her throat with each thrust of her head.
I wrap her long raven-black hair around my fist and hold her in place, letting her sit with all nine inches as it restricts her air.
“Such a good girl.” Everyone claps for Viv’s valiant effort as she starts to gag around the dildo, and it makes my cock twitch, but not for her.
It would feel so fucking good right now to have Aspen’s throat spasm around my cock, and the growing ache is painful to say the least.
“Look closely as her throat bobs. You will feel it when using your cock, but for those using a dildo, I would never push past letting your sub gag five times. You can continue this form of play, but I would advise breaking it up, letting them take a few minutes’ break.
If it were my dick, I’d sink balls deep in her cunt and then let her taste her own arousal as she chokes me down a second time. ”
As I scan the room, making sure that everyone is paying attention, my world stops turning as I pull the dildo from Viv’s mouth. Standing in the back, her expression blank—Aspen.
“What the fuck? You’re here…” My brain short circuits at the sight of her, my voice an unrecognizable growl. “Um… where was I?”
“Number three, Master Stevens.” Viv turns to look at me, checking that I’m good to continue. I need to be laser-focused for the next section, but how do I do that with Aspen watching me?
“Yes. Number three is strangulation. This is the most dangerous form of breath play and must be closely monitored at all times. To a novice, it may look as if I simply reach out and crush Mistress Genevieve’s throat.
” I wrap my hand around her delicate neck, entreating her to turn to the front once more.
“This can result in crushing the windpipe, which is actually not what we want to do here. Although this is the most dangerous breath play, it is usually the most rewarding for both the Dominant and the submissive. Air restriction at its core creates a discomfort that, when released, creates a euphoric rush of endorphins, dopamine, and serotonin, intensifying orgasm tenfold. I’m not applying pressure to the front of her throat.
” I remove my hand and move behind her once more, running my fingers gently down either side of her neck.
“Your carotid arteries run down either side of your neck. They supply eighty percent of blood flow to your brain. When I apply the right amount of pressure, Mistress Genevieve’s breathing will be restricted, and I need to be aware of the amount of time I continue to apply force.
For beginners, I would suggest no more than ten seconds at a time, allowing both of you to work up to a level you’re comfortable with.
I will reiterate, both the Dominant and the submissive must be one hundred percent comfortable at every step. ”
The crowd claps for Viv.
“Does anyone have any questions?” A hand shoots up in the middle of the room. It’s Aspen. She’s working her way through the crowd.
“I have one.”
“What is your question?”
“Does that euphoria always happen, or do submissives get used to it over time?” If I thought my cock ached when Viv was gagging, it’s fucking painful right now and hard as a fucking rock.
“It is a physiological reaction. The time tolerance may vary, but the end result is the same. In short, no, they wouldn’t get used to it. The orgasm would always be heightened through this process.”
“And what is your preference? Smother, choking, or strangling?”
I forget that Viv can feel the evidence of my arousal at her back. “Down boy,” she whispers.
By this point, Aspen is close enough to the stage that I can see the glint in her eye. The mischief that turns me on.
“I enjoy all three.”
“But if you had to choose.” She rests her hands on her hips.
“Then my submissive would spend a good portion of time on her knees, choking down my cock.”
She turns on her heel, satisfied that she’s got me so wound up I’m ready to burst. Before she can get away, I quickly finish the lesson.
“That concludes our breath-play tutorial. Please feel free to contact me if this is something you want to embark on. You can also speak with our new training Master. Thank you to Mistress Genevieve for lending her beautiful neck for this demonstration.”
I proceed to get the fuck off the stage as quickly as possible, ignoring the applause as I navigate my way through the crowd, trying to get to Aspen.
She’s halfway down the stairs when I reach her. “What the hell were you doing up there? It’s no place for a woman like you.”
“What? A whore? Your whore!”
I take the stairs two at a time to get to her, reaching for her arm. “You’re not a fucking whore. I meant someone… innocent. This lifestyle is hard, crude, and demanding in ways you cannot fathom. If it were easy, don’t you think I would’ve made you mine long ago?”
“Yours?”
“This is exactly what I mean. You don’t understand. If you are mine, then I am yours. That’s what the Dom/sub dynamic is all about.”
“I thought it was you choking me out and fucking me until I wasn’t of use to you anymore.”
“I know I should never have wrapped my hand around your throat, but you said you enjoyed it, though that doesn’t absolve me of blame. Can we talk about the fact that you lied to me?”
“There’s nothing more to say. You made your feelings very clear.”
“Did I?” I bark, closing the space between us. “It’s clear to you that I’m in love with you?” The words are out before I think better of it.
Her lips crash down on mine, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer. She tastes so fucking good, and I know in this moment, I can’t walk away from this. From her.
“Take me to your playroom.”
Without another word, I hoist her into my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist. We’re in the middle of a fucking staircase, and if she were a seasoned sub, I’d fuck her right here, right now.
I quickly navigate us down to level two, a swarm of gyrating bodies in the throes of pleasure and punishment. I love the voyeur floor, but tonight, my baby girl is all mine—her pleasure, her pain, her body and soul. I’m a jealous man, and I want it all.
Her lips find mine, her tongue darting out to meet mine as I come to a stop, pressing her back against the wall as I explore her curves.
I pull away, breathless. “If you don’t stop rubbing on me, I’ll take you right here in front of all of these people, and then I’m going to be pissed off.”
“Why?” she says, capturing my lips once more.
“Because I don’t want anyone seeing your pleasure tonight. It’s fucking mine.”
She grinds her hips against me one more time, and I can barely contain myself. “I want to choke on your cock, Ryder.”
I grab her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck to me. “Naughty girl. Didn’t you listen to my class? No contract, no breath play.”
“I want you, Ryder.”
I tug her hair a little harder as I kiss the soft spot behind her ear, making her squirm. “I should punish you for pushing me to the edge of madness.”
“Do it, Ry.” I nip her neck with my teeth.
“You’re asking for it, Aspen.”
“Yes, Sir.” Fuck me.
I push us off the wall and descend the next set of stairs to the private hallway at breakneck speed.
“Front left pocket.” She reaches in and grabs my keycard, her hand grazing my rock-hard erection.
She presses the card to the lock, moaning in my ear as I open the door to my playroom. She’s never been in here, but she doesn’t seem to care right now as she starts grinding against me. “Fuck me, Ry.”
I slap her ass before tossing her down on the bed. “You will call me Sir in this room.”
“Fuck me, Sir.”
Still shirtless from the masterclass, I unbutton my fly and unleash my cock.
“Take off your clothes.”
“You do it.” Oh, this is going to be fun.
“If I wanted to take them off, I’d fucking do it. I’m telling you to strip for me, baby girl. I want to watch you submit to me. Now, stand up and take. Off. Your. Fucking. Clothes.”
The way she scrunches her nose at my command is so goddamn sexy. She’ll be fun to break.
Standing from the bed, Aspen kicks off her Converse before tugging her plain white tee over her head, making a show of dropping it to the floor.
I’ve always had my submissives in dresses when they’re in my playroom, but Aspen puts them all to shame in a simple T-shirt and jeans.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on.
Next, she unzips her jeans, shoving them over her voluptuous hips, letting them fall. She stands before me in a pair of boxer shorts and a sports bra.
“I wasn’t planning on coming here. Sorry about the underwear. Not exactly sexy.”
“Did I ask for a running commentary?”
“No.”
“Do I need to spank you? The appropriate response was, ‘No, Sir.’ Your underwear will look beautiful on the floor. Take it off. Now.”
I watch, entranced by the blush rising on her cheeks as she reaches around, unclasping her bra. Fuck, her breasts are perfect. It takes all my self-restraint not to go to her.
“And the boxer shorts. I want to see that delectable cunt of yours. It’s been plaguing my dreams since the last time we fucked.”
She shrugs out of them before sashaying toward me, the blush of her cheeks betraying the vixen she’s trying to be. It makes her all the more endearing. “What now?”
“You tell me, baby girl. What do you want from me?”