24. Ask Nicely
Chapter twenty-four
Ask Nicely
(Danica)
Adira holds me closer as we navigate the crowded dance floor, other bodies moving around us like waves around a rock. The air is thick with perfume and promise, with the kind of freedom that only comes when everyone present understands the beauty of unconventional love.
“Congratulations, Missus Fera,” the Goddess in blue tells me as she steers me through a waltz despite the EDM pulsing from the speakers, the furthest thing from waltz music. “You deserve all the happiness.”
“Thank you.” I smile, content, as I rest my head on her shoulder. “And you. I hope Rani treats you well.”
“Oh, the best. Two Dommes together create a beautiful chaos. But I wouldn't want it any other way.” Her lips brush my temple as she smiles. “She's probably going to beat the shit out of your husband at some point tonight.”
“Such a lucky boy. He’d be into it, I’m sure.” Our laughter mingles with the music as we spin.
Movement catches my eye—Dante and Alessio ascending the grand staircase, followed by twin blonds who look like they stepped out of a candy rave fantasy. My heart swells seeing them together, seeing how far we've all come from rigid rules and hidden desires.
Halfway up, Dante turns back, his eyes finding mine unerringly across the space between us. From afar, I give him a simple thumbs up, encouraging whatever he is about to get into. I know he’s in good hands with Alessio.
It has been so incredible to watch him make peace with his sexuality, his masculinity, his desires. The Don who once hid every softness now openly embracing all parts of himself.
Adira turns to follow my gaze, smiling at the foursome heading upstairs.
“Seems like he’s found some entertainment. Do you want to join them?” she asks, her brown almond-shaped eyes peering deep into mine, a playful smile curving the corners of those full, plump lips painted in nude-colored lipstick.
“No, thank you. I’m sure they’ll be fine. Alessio is good with taking the lead. Besides—” I stop myself from finishing the sentence, averting my gaze to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks.
The mere thought of the words I can’t form out loud is enough to make the lust coil at my center.
Adira tilts my chin towards her with a single finger, forcing my gaze back on her.
Her voice is commanding, authoritative, but in a quietly powerful way—soft but stern.
I’ve forgotten what influence that voice has over me.
“Tell me,” she demands, and I know I will give her whatever she asks; we both know.
“Besides..?” she starts my sentence again where I left off.
“Besides…” I hesitate, searching her smoldering eyes. “Besides, I don’t want to leave here,” I finish the sentence I never planned on finishing.
“Why?” Adira’s gaze is piercing, amused. I know she knows what I’m trying to say, but just as I torture Dante, she is giving me a taste of my own medicine, forcing me to speak my words.
“Because you’re here.” My cheeks are burning, but I boldly keep her gaze.
“And?” She arches a single, perfectly-plucked eyebrow.
“And…I want you,” I exhale in almost a whisper, barely audible. The mischievous smile on Adira’s face makes it very clear that she heard.
“I see…” She pulls me closer to her until our bodies are pressed into one another like a mold, my curves yielding against hers.
If I had a cock, I know she’d be able to feel my hardness trapped between our stomachs right now.
But the only tell of my incredible arousal is how hard my nipples have become.
Adira’s got a few inches on me, height wise, but my wedding heels narrow the gap, bringing me almost eye-level with the most enigmatic woman I’ve ever known.
I gasp, holding my breath as she seductively runs her fingers over my chest, stroking my breasts over the layers of material I wish weren’t there.
My eyes are glued on her lips, the thin layer of sweat forming above them in that little hollow space. Oh god, I want to kiss her so badly!
Softly, I whimper as I come undone in her arms.
The student and the Master.
Adira is who I channel when I try to project my inner Goddess. She’s the one who inspires my inner Domme. Even all these years after she trained me. Her effect on me is no weaker than it was the first time I watched her make a sub beg.
But before I can melt into a puddle of humiliation and need, Adira spins me in tune with the beat, catching me again—so fast that the world swirls.
My breath quickens as we just stand there, holding each other in the middle of the dancefloor, no longer dancing.
I know Adira is waiting for me to speak.
But I can’t find the words I know I should say, want to say.
“We should get some fresh air. Care to join me?” I ask instead.
I know I don't need this charade but I keep it up, nonetheless. If I asked her to take me right here, in the middle of the crowd of sweaty, swaying bodies, she would. But I don’t ask, not yet.
Adira nods and follows me beyond the veranda into the garden. Two rows of fairy lights line our path, making me feel like a Fae Queen.
The evening breeze is slight but a relief after the sweaty dancefloor. It’s almost cool, but I feel nothing but anticipation.
At the bottom of the steps, there is a bench in the most perfect place. Surrounded by greenery, vines sneak up a metal arch to create a secret cove around the bench.
I have Adira alone finally, or perhaps she has me alone.
“Thank you.” My voice is soft as I regard the Goddess in blue through hooded eyes.
“For?” She rolls the last R off her tongue slowly, seductively.
I’m trapping myself further in her web with every inch of distance I close between our faces until my lips are almost touching hers.
“For coming,” I whisper, staring at her lips.
“Oh, this isn’t about me coming—that’s the bride’s job.” Adira gives me a wink and we both burst out laughing, cutting the tension.
“Wow, what a dad joke.”
“No regrets,” she says before putting a hand behind my head and closing the final distance, swallowing any reply I might have as she slides her tongue over mine—a breathless kiss filled with desire.
I gasp, and a soft whine escapes my lips.
Desperate, the kiss intensifies as I turn my body to hers, my hands roaming over her chest.
My wetness pools under my dress, and I clench my thighs. I wish I didn’t have all this material between us.
Adira releases my lips to take her kisses elsewhere, exploring my face, my neck, my exposed collarbone.
She whispers filthy, sweet nothings into my ear as her tongue darts over the shell of my sensitive lobe.
Oh god, my ears have always been such an erogenous zone for me, almost as much as my sensitive breasts. Hard like candy, my nipples perk up fully, my breath hitching.
Adira’s kisses trail down my neck, following the dress’s neckline as she kisses my skin, leaving behind a pathway of goosebumps. I don’t dare speak. Don’t dare move.
Slowly, delicately, Adira pulls the neckline of my dress to the side, briefly flicking her tongue over my nipple before gripping it between her teeth, biting down ever so softly, just enough to make me whimper in her arms.
“Such a good little girl, aren’t we?” Adira asks, and I know I want nothing more than to please this great Goddess, the one who knows all my buttons, who has seen my kinks written black on white because she was there when Dante and I negotiated them. She knows; she remembers.
“Whatever you want me to be,” I hum the words softly. Every cell in my body is focused on Adira’s lips on my nipple, her teeth, her tongue.
I can no longer form any proper sentences.
My body knows only lust in this moment. Lust for what I’ve wanted for so long. Since the moment I first saw Adira perform in that sex club three years ago. Before she was even my teacher, my guide—a muse so alluring, so magnificent.
I would throw myself to the floor to worship at her feet if I could so much as will a single muscle to move right now.
Instead, my body is dancing to the tune of Adira’s dexterous fingers as she draws little sounds from my lips while bestowing a cocktail of pleasure and pain onto my needy flesh.
Too soon, she pulls away, and I instantly miss her lips on my skin.
“Sit back, honey,” Adira instructs, and I obey like a Bene Gesserit has commanded it, leaning my body against hers on the broad bench, grateful for the support of the wooden slatted backrest.
Adira shifts slightly, putting her leg up on the bench. She pulls my knee up as well, parting my thighs where an ocean of black material pools between my legs.
Big-spooning me from behind, I fit into her perfectly as we reposition ourselves sideways on the bench.
I lean my head back, resting it on her shoulder.
A sigh of relief as the familiar fingers return to my chest, distributing the attention to the other breast as well.
“Pull your dress up for me, honey,” Adira whispers in my neck, licking me in a single broad stroke.
The evening breeze feels extra cool against that spot, refreshed by her saliva.
I do as she says, needing both hands to part the layers.
Not far behind us, the house continues buzzing with beats and shadowy bodies dancing and swaying.
I hope Dante was also getting what he needs upstairs somewhere.
I can spare only a quick thought for my husband and his activities. As soon as Adira snaps the elastic of my panties against my stomach, I’m here. Fully present. All hers.
“Is someone wet down here?” She lightly taps my pussy over my underwear like she’s petting it.
“So wet,” I rasp, trying to move closer to her hand.
“Let’s see…”
My breath stops doing the one thing it’s supposed to do as Adira’s fingers part my panties to slip underneath, snaking down to my clit. Two fingers. They part my lips in a V, snugly sliding down on either side of my sensitive bud.
I fall apart as Adira rubs my clit in little circles, never touching it directly, head-on, but always the pressure, the pressure building. Oh god!
Her fingers slide further down, and I gasp, perhaps in disappointment of missing her touch, perhaps in relief of having a moment of reprieve before I come completely undone.
She pushes her fingers down, lower, until they reach my entrance…and then up again. Her movements are graceful, perfectly delicate yet powerful at the same time—a fine art.
“Just as I thought. Dripping!” Adira shoves her fingers into my mouth, and I suck my lust off her digits.
“Hmm,” I mumble over her fingers, trying to tell her how it’s all her fault but not succeeding in anything other than making her fingers even wetter. Drool runs down my cheek, but I don’t care.
“Don’t speak. Don’t think. Just listen to my voice. You’re safe.” I know every word is true.
Even if I wanted to speak, I couldn’t, no, Adira reduces me to an unorchestrated symphony of moans and groans, small gasps that turn into big ones, until I’m panting like a rabid dog, delirious with need.
First one finger, then another, she plunges into me with ease, lubricated by my desire for her.
At any moment, someone could walk out and see us in the garden’s shadows. The bride getting fingered on a bench, her thighs spread wide, head thrown back.
But I don’t care.
The thought of being caught makes my little exhibitionist spirit happy, even hornier.
Without bothering to be quiet, I rock my hips, shoving myself onto Adira’s fingers again and again, faster, even faster still as I moan for her.
I float away to another plane until my body starts to stiffen, my eyes mere moments from rolling back in my head with pleasure, the tingles of pre-orgasm already starting to build towards a spike.
“Do you have permission, girl?” Adira asks, her fingers slowing their pace.
Almost frantically, I move my hips, trying to compensate for the reduced pressure of her fingers. Fuck!
“Please. I’m close!” I moan, too needy to appreciate the fact that I am finally getting some of my own medicine.
I loved making Dante beg. But now I am the one begging, close to tears, teetering on the brink of the perfect orgasm.
“Ask nicely.” Adira pulls away to hold me against her with both hands. Hands I wish she’d use to touch my needy parts instead.
“Please, Goddess Adira, please let me come.” My voice is small, submissive. Only for Adira.
“Hmm…only because it’s your wedding day,” she says as she lowers a hand between my thighs again. “Come for me, Missus Fera. You have permission.” With each word, she pushes deeper inside me, deeper and deeper, until I let out a loud howl, tumbling over the edge without so much as an ounce of shame.
“I’m coming!” I cry, my body shaking to its own accord as ripples of pleasure wash over me, crashing and crashing over my skin, my insides, everything.
The world blurs around me, my eyes closed.
The only thing I can hold onto is Adira’s arms around me, keeping me safe as I ride out the most spectacular orgasm bathed in her peach scent.
Everything tingles. I swear I see actual sparks behind my closed eyelids.
The warmth floods my body, consuming me.
When it’s all over, Adira pulls me into a tender kiss while my heart pounds in my chest like it has zero intention of ever returning to its usual base rhythm.
“You did so well for me,” she coos as she licks her sticky fingers clean like she’s just had a delectable meal. “Such a good little dirty girl.”
Oh god.