13. - – Laura
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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LAURA
I’d forgotten about the audience until they started clapping. Was the show over? Did I do well? The urge to assume I was a complete failure threatened to take over until Drake’s voice broke through the haze.
“Hey, there, beautiful. You were amazing.”
“More, please,” I begged. I wanted so much more. The pain was exhilarating and left me wanting. There was so much pleasure too. I was floating, every slap on my skin taking me higher and higher until nothing else existed. Just Drake and I on that stage.
“I promise, you can have more. Later.”
“Now. More.” I whined and begged.
And Drake just chuckled.
“I must be insane. No, baby, I will not be doing that right now.”
Another whimper bubbled up my throat, but I tamped it back down.
“Let me take care of you. I promise to make you feel so fucking good.”
That stopped any arguments I had right then and there. If he’s going to make me feel so good, how could I argue with that?
“Sweepies,” I mumbled.
“I know. Let's get you off this stage and into my office.”
“Am I drunk?” I asked, my words slurring slightly.
“No. You are safe. You are perfect. I am taking you home in just a bit.”
I wish I had stayed long enough to see the end of Drake's show with that other woman. Did she feel like this? Floating, and like I couldn’t worry if I tried.
I just want Drake to keep touching me. My nipples throb beneath my shirt.
“Are you gonna kiss my boo-boos?” I asked.
Someone laughed as Drake carried me off the stage.
When did he pick me up? Fuck, it didn’t really matter.
I snuggled in closer, tucking my head against his chest.
“I’ve got you, love.”
“Jasmine put her bag in your car already. Text me when you make it home. Remember, you need aftercare too. That wasn’t as intense as you are used to, but please take care of yourself.”
“I feel floaty.”
Drake laughs, and I feel it, like a purr in his chest.
“In you go.” My almost bare ass meets the warm passenger seat of Drake’s car. He leaves me with a soft kiss on the cheek and shuts the door. “The other woman, is she a sub, does she float too?”
“Yeah, but she has a new Dom. I’m all yours.”
“Like forever? Or like camping?” I ask, wincing internally at the stupid dig.
“If you will have me, I’m yours. No end in sight.”
I’m much more lucid when we arrive at Drake's house. He opens my door and helps me to my feet.
“I can walk,” I tell him.
“Okay,” he takes my hand in his in compromise.
“Can I have more now? I’ve dreamed about your tongue since that night in the tent.”
“I would love to eat you out. You deserve a reward for the beautiful show you put on.”
“Can we, um, can you do things like on stage and eat me out?” I blush creeps up my chest, settling on my cheeks.
“You want both, pleasure and pain?”
“Yes, I. I think I could orgasm from you slapping my breasts and nipples alone.”
“I would love to test that theory.”
Drake pushed me up against his front door in the pitch black, lifted my shirt, and took my nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking the tight bud until he finally got the key into the hole. He guided me inside and dropped the things he had in his hands to the floor.
“On the bed.” With gentle hands, he removed the rest of my clothes and guided me through the house, leaving little kisses on my neck and chest until the back of my knees hit a bed.
“Do you still want more?” Drake asked, amusement in his tone.
“Yes.” I huffed. Drake dropped between my open thighs, his tongue working in circles on my throbbing clit until stars floated through my vision and I screamed his name into the darkness.
“Are you on birth control?” He asks between strokes of his tongue against my entrance.
“Yes.”
“Good. Fuck, I want to breed your pretty little cunt.”
“Do that, please.”
I remember the section on breeding kinks, and how much being bred interested me. How many kinks can one person have? As many as I want, I guess.
Drake licks another line along my seam, and I moan his name.
“Will you be my little fuckin cumslut?”
“Yes, please,” I begged.
Drake loomed over me, kissing my lips as he pushed his cock inside me. He’s bigger than I remember, or maybe it’s just been that long since I had sex. Fuck, it didn’t matter. Pulling out again and slamming back inside his spit and my arousal, making it easy for him to split me in half.
“You look beautiful impaled on my cock.”
Drake lifts my leg to gain better access to my wet core. “I’m going to stuff you so full of cum tonight. Fuck, I’m not going to last if you keep gripping my cock like that.”
Drake ducks his head, pulling my nipple into his mouth, then the other nipple.
He moves from one nipple to the other until my rosy buds are red and throbbing again.
“On your knees so I can spank your ass while I fuck you.” I want to argue because his mouth on my abused tits is all I can think about, but I imagine he’ll rail me into the mattress if I bend over for him.
I flip over presenting my puckered hole and pussy for his pursuit.
The head of his cock teases my pussy as he slaps my ass.
Finally, he fills me again, one hand leaving marks on my right ass cheek as he thrusts into my wetness.
He reaches down to tease my clit, his cock pulses as jets of warm cum fill my pussy.
He doesn't stop thrusting and rubbing my clit until I’ve come again.
We lay in silence, both spent, out of breath, and sated. There’s so much more to explore in the future, and now it seems like we have all the time in the world to do just that.
“Shower?” Drake asks.
“Shower sex? Absolutely.”
“Shower, food, water, then sex.”
“I’m okay with that as long as you promise to suck on my nipples again.”
“You liked that?”
“Yes, more than I ever thought I would. You can suck on them anytime. The same goes for my clit.”
“We need to talk about free use then.”
“I don’t remember reading anything about that, but it sounds fun.”
“I love that you did research before trying to get a job at a kink club.”
“I thought it was a good idea even if I technically accepted a waitress position.”
“You accept whatever position I offer.” Drake mused. He’s not wrong. He could fold me like a pretzel, and I’d love it.
“I still expect groveling.”
“I can grovel or suck you pretty titties. You pick.”
Well shit, I pick the titties.
“Titties. Please. Now actually.” I push my chest up into the air for him.
“You are going to get me into a lot of trouble.”
“But it’ll be worth it.”