Chapter 22 #2
“Yes. I’m ready. You’ve had me on the edge of orgasm all night with this jewelry.”
“Was I right? Have you enjoyed it?”
“I felt so dirty all day but in a good way.” She pushes up onto her tiptoes, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. It’s strange for me. I never had a softness to my affection with any of my subs. Sharing it with Aspen adds a new dimension to intimacy, and I’m here for it.
“Then, let’s go. Remember, what are you going to say if you want to leave?”
“Ruby, Sir.” Fucking hell, it makes me hard as a rock.
“Good girl.” I take her hand in mine and lead her upstairs, my heart hammering in my chest, my pulse whooshing in my ears. This is the basis of my kinks, and showing it to her leaves me feeling vulnerable.
As we step out onto the great hall, Aspen’s body tightens at my side.
“Are you okay, baby girl?”
“Wow.” She pulls her hand from mine, and I think my worst fears are about to be realized.
But instead of running in the opposite direction, she moves into the crowd, taking it all in.
She’s watching as bodies writhe, her eyes snagging on Genevieve sitting in one of the wingback chairs, her legs spread wide as her submissive goes down on her.
“She’s beautiful to watch, isn’t she?” I move Aspen’s hair off her neck, pressing my lips to the sweet spot right below her ear, eliciting a moan as she feels the weight of my erection at her back.
“Yes.” Her voice is a breathless whisper as I let my hands wrap around her waist, careful not to push her past what she’s comfortable with. “Do you watch her a lot?”
The rapid rise and fall of her chest tell me she’s beyond aroused, and my heart takes flight. “I do. She’s so elegant.”
“Do you watch men too?” She bites her bottom lip as she starts looking elsewhere to an all-male ménage à trois.
“Yes. There’s beauty in the male form. Taking and giving at the same time.” I can appreciate the raw sexuality in it. My eyes are fixed on the male being fucked while he gives head to another. “I’m man enough to say it makes me hard.”
She reaches her hand between us, feeling the length of me, straining against my pants.
“Have you ever…” She leaves it hanging in the air.
“Does it matter?”
“No.”
“Does it turn you on?”
“Yes, Sir.” Taking her hand, I weave slowly through the crowd, finding a prime spot for her to take it all in.
When I take a seat, I ask her to take the position at my feet and tell me what she sees before I give her some relief.
“Tell me what turns you on, baby girl.”
“This. Kneeling for you, Sir.”
“I know. Now, tell me what you see.”
“The couple over by the bar. It’s subtle, but he’s fucking her underneath her dress. She’s on the edge of orgasm.”
“And their dynamic?”
“He’s the Dominant.”
“Good girl. Very observant. What next?”
“The ladies in the middle of the room, pleasuring each other.”
“You like that?”
“They look… beautiful.”
“Tell me, Aspen. Would you like me to get you off right now?”
“Y… yes. But I’m scared of being seen.”
“Why? Because you don’t want it, or because you do?”
“Because I do.”
“Then, get up and take a seat in my lap.” She does as she’s told. “Do you want to face me, or the crowd?” She straddles me, her eyes fixed on me.
“Are you wet for me, baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir.” She leans in, capturing my lips with hers, her tongue darting out to lick the seam, begging entrance that I freely give.
“Do you want to keep your clothes on? I can shield you under your dress.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Look at me, Aspen.” I cup her face in my hands.
“I’ve got you. It’s just you and me, baby girl.
Relax. Breathe.” Her shoulders sag as she leans into me.
I slowly slide my hand under her dress, grazing her thigh before ghosting my fingers over the jewelry I asked her to wear.
She’s such a good girl. She’s shaved and wearing what she was told.
I’m rewarded as she lets out a soft moan the moment my fingers caress her pussy.
She’s already wet for me as she closes her eyes and lets her head drop back.
I gently roll the jewelry over her clit, her breath hitching as she starts to writhe in my lap.
I can’t take my eyes off her. The opulent room around us vanishes, leaving only her.
She’s so fucking beautiful, rendering everyone around us a little more than white noise.
“Do you like that?” I thrust a finger inside her, her hips grinding against my lap.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You are breathtaking.” I continue my ministrations, coaxing her toward an explosive release. I thrust two fingers inside her greedy little cunt. And a third.
“Oh God… I’m close.”
Her pleasure is enough to draw a small crowd, even though they can’t see what I’m doing beneath her dress. She’s too beautiful to ignore.
“It’s okay, baby girl. You can come.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Even lost in a haze, she’s still a good little sub for me.
I give her what she needs, never taking my eyes off her as she crashes headlong into orgasm. I let her ride the aftershocks before wrapping my arms around her, holding her close as she fights to get her breathing under control.
Rubbing circles on her back, I press a gentle kiss to her cheek. “You did so well, baby girl. How do you feel?”
“That was thrilling,” she whispers.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Do you know that? Watching you embrace this for me means more than I can say. I’m so fucking proud to be your Dom.”
“I feel so liberated. Powerful.”
“As you should. Being a submissive isn’t about being a pushover or handing over your free will to a Dom. You have all the power here. Everything we do is driven by your wants and needs. Never forget that.”
“Thank you.”
“What for?”
“I…”
“Well, aren’t you a little minx?” A familiar voice comes from behind me. It’s Genevieve.
“Hello again,” Aspen responds, her smile bright. She’s not the same shy girl I met a few months ago. She’s confident as she speaks, her pussy still wet for me.
“I’m surprised to see you up here so soon.” She then turns to me. “I’ve never seen you so captivated by a sub.” She’s not wrong.
“I’ve never been in love with a submissive before.”
“Really?” Aspen seems surprised. I’ve already told her I love her.
“Yes, baby girl. You and I will share many firsts together.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“I’ll leave you two lovebirds. I have an eager sub waiting for me.”
“Male or female?” Look at my girl jumping in with both feet.
“Female. But you knew that. I saw you watching her go down on me.”
“I…” Aspen is a little flustered. “You were so content, lost to the pleasure. I thought you were beautiful.”
“To really answer your question, I have taken both male and female subs at various times. I’m an equal opportunities Mistress,” she says with a sly grin. “Will we be seeing more of you up here, little sub?” A question I would like the answer to, and Viv’s double entendre isn’t lost on me.
“Definitely.”
“I look forward to it. You are quite lovely, Aspen.” She turns her attention to me. “Take care of her, Ry. She’s a keeper.” Viv takes her leave, and I slide my hands up Aspen’s arms before cupping her face in my hands.
“You want to do this again?” My heart is hammering in my chest.
“I really do. I know you think that this is all for you, Sir, but I feel more content, more confident, and like I belong. Is that crazy?”
I press my lips to hers in an attempt to convey what words can’t adequately describe. “It’s not crazy. You were born to be mine.”
“Thank you so much for giving me the chance to discover myself.”
“We’ve only scratched the surface. After my last relationship ended badly, I gave up on the idea of love, whatever I thought it meant. Then you came into my life, spinning everything on its axis, and I’m so fucking in love with you I can’t even put it into words.”
“I love you, Sir.”
“I’ve shared enough of you for the night. Now, let’s get you down into my playroom. You deserve to be rewarded for your little show.”
“That sounds perfect. Take me to your room, Sir.”
I take her hand, making sure her dress covers her as she stands, before leading her toward the staircase. I’m so fucking proud of her, and I wonder why I’ve been gifted with this stunning woman to love. One thing is for sure, I won’t squander it. Viv was right—Aspen is a keeper.