Chapter 22
luna
I obviously won the bet, which meant I was currently spread out on top of the deck while Dirks ate me out like I was the best goddamned meal on the planet, which, let’s be honest, I was.
“Open wider,” I ordered as I hooked one heel over his shoulder and shoved the other foot flat on the edge of the tub, spreading myself for him like a feast.
He didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth latched onto my soaked cunt with raw hunger. I gasped, grinding against his face, the contrast of cold air on my back and boiling water on my thighs making everything sharper.
“Lick my clit. Slow . . . then hard. Show me you remember your place.”
He groaned and obeyed, tongue flattening over my clit before flicking it just the way I liked. I tangled my fingers into his soaked hair and yanked, hard enough to make his moan vibrate against me.
“Fucking look at me,” I demanded.
He tilted his chin, eyes glazed, mouth still locked to my cunt as he looked up like I was God.
“You like being my filthy little thing, don’t you? Just a mouth for me to use.”
He nodded with his face still buried in me, lips slick, chin dripping. I slapped the side of his cheek with a wet smack. “Use your words.”
“Yes, Madame,” he rasped against my clit.
I grabbed his jaw, pulled him up just enough to hover above my pussy. “Hands. On the wall of the hot tub behind me. Keep them there. If you touch me before I say, you don’t come. Understood?”
“Yes, Madame.” He braced his hands behind me, muscles taut, cock raging under the surface of the water.
“Now worship.”
Fuck, he did. Tongue gliding, circling and teasing. My back arched, thighs clamped around his ears as my orgasm tore through me, but I didn’t let him stop.
I held him there, grinding on his face, using him. “Again.”
He groaned and gave me every ounce of it. I came a second time with a strangled scream, nails scraping the cedar siding, vision going white.
When I finally yanked him back by the hair, his face was wrecked. Red lips, spit and slick dripping down his jaw. His chest heaved as he struggled not to reach for me.
“You wanna fuck your Madame now?”
“Yes,” he choked out. “Please. Let me, I—fuck—I need it.”
“Then sit. But keep your hands behind you.”
He obeyed like the good boy he was, sliding onto the bench inside the hot tub, bracing himself, cock bobbing just above the waterline. I slipped into the tub, straddling him, fingers wrapping around that thick, aching shaft.
“Look at you.” I taunted him, sliding the tip between my folds. “So hard it hurts, doesn’t it?”
He whimpered, jaw clenched.
“Beg.”
“Please, Madame. Please let me feel you. Please ride me.”
“Hmm.” I lowered just an inch, letting the head push in with a stretch. “You earn this pussy, Dirks.”
I sank all the way down. We both groaned, mine with satisfaction, his with relief and frustration. I rocked with slow, torturous rolls of my hips, my pussy clenching him so tight he looked like he was going to come undone.
I gripped his face, forcing him to look at me. “Don’t you fucking dare come until I say. You hold it.”
He nodded, eyes rolling back as I started to bounce on his cock, water splashing violently around us.
“Sit there. Shut up and take everything I fucking give you.”
By the time I was done with him, my thighs were trembling, and his cock was still twitching inside me, thick and unsatisfied. I’d ridden him hard, edging him for what felt like forever, denying his release over and over just because I could.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me.”
He shuddered, breath hot on my collarbone. “I have something to show you.”
I tilted my head, still straddling him, cock buried deep. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Let me get you warmed up first . . . then I want you inside.”
I lifted off his cock with a wet, aching slide, watching his jaw clench at the loss. My thighs ached deliciously as I stepped out of the tub. He followed, dripping and flushed, grabbing a thick towel from the bench and wrapping it around my shoulders before handing me a second one for my legs.
“Come inside with me.”
I nodded, and he offered his hand, guiding me into the warmth of the house. Steam rolled off our bodies as we stepped inside.
“Start a fire, and then you can show me what’s got you acting like a little kid on Christmas morning.”
Instead of going straight to the hearth, he grabbed a brown paper grocery bag from the counter and handed it to me.
I arched my brow. “You brought me snacks?”
“Better,” he said, a crooked grin playing at his lips. “Open it.”
I loosened the folded top and peeked inside before bursting into laughter.
“You brought this in the same bag you brought soup?”
Dirks froze in front of the fireplace where he was starting a small fire. “It was a double-use bag.”
I reached in, shaking my head as I pulled out a coil of black leather and metal. A collar with a silver D ring and a long chain leash attached.
“Oh, Dirks.” I held it up, letting the leash clink down dramatically. “You want me to put this on you? Walk you around like a good boy?”
He turned his head, eyes smoldering, and nodded.
I bit my lip, heat flashing low in my belly. The sight of him, naked, wet, flushed from the hot tub, and kneeling at my command, was almost too much.
“Crawl to me.”
He dropped to all fours without hesitation and moved toward me slowly, every inch of him coiled in obedience. I let the leash drag along the floor until he reached me, then hooked two fingers under his chin.
“You really are mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Madame.”
The leather slid snug against his throat as I fastened the collar, the click of the buckle sending a rush of wet heat between my thighs. The chain leash felt deliciously heavy in my hand as I gave it a firm tug, making him lift his head and meet my gaze.
“Let’s play. What’s your safe word tonight?”
“Midnight.”
I nodded. “We’ll both use midnight. If you cannot speak and want to stop, tap the inside of my knees twice. I’ll do the same.”
I yanked the chain and stepped back, watching him crawl forward on his hands and knees, cock hard and bobbing beneath him, leaking from the tip.
“You like this, don’t you?” I purred, circling him slowly, dragging the leash as I walked. “Like being collared.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“Like being used.”
“Yes, Madame.”
I kicked his thigh open, stepping between his knees, dragging the chain so he was forced to crane his neck and look up at me.
“You’re not even going to ask to fuck me tonight, are you?”
He swallowed hard. “Only if it pleases you.”
I paused, one hand still wrapped tight around the leash, the other trailing down the sculpted dip of his spine.
“Madame,” he choked out.
I squeezed tighter. “You want to fuck me now? Want to bury your cock inside the cunt you’ve been worshipping all night?”
“Yes,” he panted. “God, yes, please—I need it, Madame, I’ll be so good—”
“You are good,” I whispered. “My collar-wearing, leash-dragging, cum-denied little pet.”
He moaned so loud it echoed through the room.
“On the couch,” I snapped. “Now. I’m going to ride this cock like it owes me something.”
He scrambled to obey, collapsing onto the couch. The leash was taut in my hand as I followed him up, one knee between his legs, the other bracing on the cushion beside him. His cock stood up, flushed and leaking, already slick with precum.
“You kept this waiting for me?” I rubbed my soaked cunt along the length of him.
His hips bucked.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, Madame. Just for you. Please—fuck—please let me feel you.”
I hovered just over the tip and spit on it, watching it drip down his shaft. Then I lined him up.
Holding myself above him, I warned him. “You don’t come.” I wrapped the leash around my hand one more time. “You come without permission, I edge you for hours.”
“Yes, Madame,” he whimpered.
I sank down onto him, all at once.
“Fuck, Dirks,” I gasped, nails digging into his chest. “You’re so fucking hard for me. So full.”
His head fell back, throat arched, collar tight, chain rattling from the tension between us.
“Hands behind your head,” I snapped.
He obeyed, baring himself completely, muscles flexed, mouth slack with pleasure as I began to ride him. I kept the leash wrapped around my wrist, using it like reins, yanking his throat up every time I slammed down onto him.
“You feel that?” I hissed. “How fucking soaked you made me? That was from your mouth.”
He was sobbing now, hips twitching, cock rock solid inside me.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasped, rolling my hips, fucking him harder, using him. “And you? You’re going to hold it.”
“Madame, fuck, I’m so close. Please— please let me—”
“Not yet,” I growled, bouncing on him faster now, riding him like a goddamn beast. “You come when I say. You hear me?”
He was babbling and so deep inside me I could feel him shaking.
“Please, please, I’ll do anything—”
I grabbed the leash, yanking his head back until his eyes widened in obedient surrender, biting down on his throat right where the collar hugged him. I let out a guttural cry as I neared my limit, my hips driving down like a relentless piston.
With every bite and every thrust, I could sense his futile attempts to hold back, but as the tension built, I knew I’d take my release exactly when I meant to.
My pussy clutched him tighter, squeezing with the intensity of my impending climax. “I’m coming,” I whispered between ragged breaths.
My back arched violently, and a surge of explosive pleasure tore through me.
I rode him as wave after wave crashed over me, my body convulsing, every inch of me searing with the heat of release.
His cock, still buried deep, pulsed inside me with each shuddering spasm as I ground down over him, my climax relentless and unapologetic.
“Come for me.”
He screamed, cock jerking inside me, hips bucking as he spilled inside me in spurts. His whole body seized, legs shaking, hands flying to the couch cushions for something to hold onto as he came harder than I’d ever seen.
I rode him through it, milking every last pulse, every shudder, until he was nearly sobbing from the intensity.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Let go for me.”
He collapsed back onto the cushions, panting and wrecked. The firelight glinted against the collar still wrapped around his throat.
I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly as I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “You’re so good for me,” I whispered. “So fucking good.”
He exhaled shakily, leaning his head into the crook of my neck. “You make it easy to be good.”
I smiled against his skin. “No, baby. I make it clear. You make it easy.”
I traced the line of the collar, and he tilted his head to the side without me asking, offering himself. Always so willing.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmured.
He gripped my thighs where they were wrapped around him, pulling me closer. “I’ve never felt safer,” he said quietly. “Never felt . . . wanted like this. Not for all of me.”
“I want all of you,” I told him.
He sat up straighter beneath me, still inside me, his hands coming up to cradle my face gently.
“And I want you. Not just your power or the control. I want the softness. The strength. The woman who carries everyone’s burdens, but still makes room for me.”
I let my forehead fall to his, our breath mingling. “You’re the only one who’s ever seen both.”
“I’ll never stop looking.”
I reached up then, moving my fingers to the clasp of his collar. He held still, eyes closed, letting me remove it. I set it gently on the table behind us, then cradled his face in my hands.
His lips parted, but no words came out, so I kissed him gently.
When we broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine again, eyes still shut.
“I know you can’t give me everything,” he murmured. “Not all at once. I don’t need all your secrets. Not today.”
My eyes burned, but I held them open.
“I just need to know you trust me with whatever pieces you choose to hand over.”
“I do,” I breathed. “I really do.”