Chapter 16
Galaxy in Her Eyes
Slow, sensual music reverberates through the playroom.
I’m nude, standing on the soft rug as I push my toes into the fibers.
Nerves collide, coiling down to my core as Leo approaches and threads his fingers through my hair.
He grips it gently, tilting my head back.
He wears his usual slacks, but no shirt, just tattooed excellence.
“I love your hair this length.” His words melt over me, erasing wayward thoughts and nerves in my head.
Peace. “Long enough to hold, but short enough that I don’t need to worry about it getting in the way.
” He gently directs my head to the side, placing a kiss upon my neck.
“Although if you ever decide to grow it out, I’ll still love it. ”
“Thank you, Sir.” I close my eyes as he presses another kiss upon my skin.
He straightens with a knowing look in his eye. His other hand skims up the middle of my torso, placing his other palm against my neck in an easy manner. His fingers flex while my breath hitches, the rest of my body wanting to fall forward into his grasp.
“Check in,” he asks.
“Green, Sir.”
“No other questions?”
It was afternoon, and we’ve spent the last hour discussing what he had planned.
Most of it consisted of me not knowing what he’d do, and only the elements of what he could use.
I’ve no idea what order he’ll go and there’s potential of this being a long session.
He wanted to push our comfortability, concentrating on our trust with each other.
Some of the items were soft limits, but I agreed to trying a few.
Even for him, some were on his soft limit list as a Dom, but he wanted us to try. Overcome fears and let go safely.
“I trust you, Sir,” I whisper.
Appreciation glimmers in his eyes as he tightens his grip upon my neck. My breaths become heavy; eyes wanting to flutter close.
“What are your safe words?” He asks.
“Red and yellow, Sir.”
“Remember to use them if you need,” he instructs, loosening his grip on my hair. “But do not remove anything. Wait until I do.”
I swallow hard, and answer, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he says reverently, kissing the middle of my forehead. “Stay still.”
Hands remaining at my side, I stay as he lets go and steps back. Hazel eyes roam over me, dragging slowly, as my chest rises heavy with every breath. Finally, he instructs, “Stand in front of the cross.”
Nerves kick up again as I look at the St. Andrew’s cross.
With all the sessions we’ve done, it’s not once truly been used with me.
Legs shaky, anxiety flaring, I walk towards the structure.
My gaze moves to the purple leather that covers most of the ebony wood.
I stop right before it, not touching it.
Leo comes up behind me, causing my breath to catch as he trails his fingers along my arm.
Silently, he nudges my body to turn around to face him.
Hazel eyes watch me intently as he backs me against the X, just a breath away from skin touching.
Leo raises my arms above my head. He’s replaced the cuffs with thick, twisted ropes with balls on the end to hold onto.
I wrap my fingers around the rope, tightening my grasp as I take another step back for my backside to touch the smooth leather surface of the cross.
My breath hitches, waiting for anything to trigger from the contact.
Apart from normal nerves and anticipation… nothing.
Leo doesn’t move, standing before me as he watches me with fingers barely brushing down my skin. He concentrates with hardened eyes, watching me as we both wait to see how my body will react.
Satisfied, he steps away and comes back with a small silicone bullet vibrator in his hand. He leans over me, stroking the vibrator over my sex as he nudges my legs further apart. I follow the silent command as he drags it again between my legs.
“No moving, Tesoro.”
About to reply, but my voice is cut off when he turns the toy on.
I clutch the ropes as the vibrator pulses through me.
His other hand, somehow already slicked with lube, is pressed into me as the bullet caresses my clit.
I gasp, breath stuttering as he gently thrusts his finger and then before I know it, the toy is fully inserted inside me.
It thrums low, causing my muscles to clench around the device.
“Don’t let that fall out,” he says, trailing his hand up my stomach.
I blink rapidly, squeezing muscles in worry that it will. Crud muffins, do I need to concentrate on that?
A smirk grows on his face as he brings his mouth to my ear. “I’m teasing, Tesoro. It won’t fall unless you come very hard.” I swallow hard, tingling running across my tailbone and down my legs. “Come however many times you want. I won’t stop you.”
Oh, thank fuck.
Leo strokes my body, brushing his fingers over my torso, thighs, and shoulders.
My skin shudders and prickles with every light caress.
The hum of the bullet inside me can barely be heard with the music playing, tugging me back to the scene with Leo.
Fingers circle around my breasts, thumbing my nipples before he takes one into his mouth.
He sucks gently, licking and tugging delicately.
They harden at the stimulation, while the rest of my body starts to feel like a live wire.
Breath erratic, it catches every few moments as a wave of pleasure hits from either Leo or the toy.
The ropes dig into my hands while my legs shake as the tingling sensations from the toy travels up through to my navel.
The feeling makes me want to bend over and moan as Leo continues to lavish my breasts.
An orgasm is already creeping towards me when suddenly the pulsing of the bullet kicks up in speed.
It jolts me, nerve endings coming more alive as pleasure rushes over my skin.
My sex pulses, wanting more, I gasp and try to bite back a moan.
Leo’s mouth sucks hard on one nipple, while he rolls the other between his fingers.
I’m suddenly coming, ecstasy washing over me as my hips gyrate in time with the vibrator.
Its speed is suddenly brought down again, thrumming at a leisurely pace as I catch my breath.
Leo steps back. Satisfaction forms on his face as he glides a finger through the wetness that’s gathered between my legs. Deliberately, he brings his hand back up to suck the moisture off his fingers. His eyes close, and a moan releases from his throat.
I struggle to keep hold of the rope. My eyes, though slightly dazed, can’t pull away from the pleasure on his face.
Opening his eyes, his hand goes back to my sex, pressing the vibrator deeper inside me. I gasp as my body jolts. He pulls his fingers out, licking the cum off once more. This time, his gaze sears into mine as he sucks them.
Every inch of me feels aware of his presence, pulsing with need as heat coils down to my core. All my thoughts are gone. Now, I can only focus on the man who’s taking pride in pleasuring and tasting me.
His other hand comes up, showing off the tiny remote for the vibrating bullet.
Smiling cunningly, he hits a button, and it kicks up in speed again.
I gasp, hanging my head as my body tries to bow inward at the pleasure that shocks me.
It hums louder inside me as I grip the ropes, struggling to remain in place as he brings the speed back down.
Breathing heavy, I try to catch my breath as the thrumming inside me calms. Except it’s not for long.
It speeds up again and I have to concentrate on not falling to the ground, trembling in pleasure. It courses through me. Moans are caught in my throat when Leo lowers the speed again. The cool leather presses against my body as I lean back against the polished structure, warming against me.
Just when I think I’m safe, he speeds up the bullet and I throw my head back as it goes the fastest it’s been.
This time a strangled groan with a scream comes out of me as an orgasm roars through me.
My legs shake as I use the cross to help remain standing, until he brings the vibrations down to almost nonexistent.
Head hanging as I catch my breath; I look up at Leo through my lashes.
“Good girl,” he praises. The remote control is stashed in his pocket as he walks over to the dresser, coming back with different restraints.
He unclips the rope I have in my hands, replacing it with a smooth loop of rope.
Leo slips my wrist through the loop, wrapping my fingers around the top of it.
As he puts away the others, I release my grasp and realize I can hang my arms without holding onto the rope.
It gives the illusion that I’m “restrained” but in reality, I’m truly not.
A satin black mask then appears in his hand. My heart rate kicks up. Fear courses through my body, but it’s drowned out by the blissful aftermath and comfort of the room. I still stare at the mask he holds it up.
“Check in.”
The humming of the bullet distracts me enough from my worrying thoughts as I drag my gaze up to him. Leo watches me carefully with full awareness to my bodily reactions. I focus on my curiosity and anticipation instead. Trust him.
“Green,” I rasp. The word feels heavy on my tongue.
“Call your safe word if you need, but wait for me to take it off. I will immediately. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What won’t you do?”
“Take the mask off, Sir.”
“What will you do?”
“Wait for you, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Leo places a brief kiss upon my lips.
The blindfold is placed gently over my eyes, and I’m plunged into darkness. My breathing automatically picks up, clutching the rope around my wrists. Leo’s covered my eyes before, but not so completely in any session.
Realization hits me of much we’d be pushing our limits.
Oh, fucking crud muffins.