15. Taylor
Taylor
I knew letting myself go with Aubrey was going to be a bad idea but right now I couldn’t remember why. Not while my entire body was quivering with aftershocks from one of the most explosive orgasms I’d ever had. For someone who’d never gotten a woman off before, my little submissive was quite gifted.
Then again, after six weeks of foreplay, she probably could have gotten me off without laying a finger on me. To say I’d already been primed to go off like a rocket was a huge understatement.
I’d been very careful to keep it all about Aubrey during our sessions. I never kissed her, never instructed her to do anything that was about my pleasure. I’d never even succumbed to my desire to touch myself while I was getting her off. I’d denied myself, at least until I got home from the club. Then I pulled out my vibrator and made myself come while fantasizing about Aubrey.
Her question tonight had surprised me. I never expected her to call me out on what we were doing, not when she was deriving so much pleasure from our sessions. Her wanting to kiss me and reciprocate was unexpected. I’d been with a lot of women who were perfectly happy to let me do all the work, especially submissives.
Did it mean that Aubrey was having feelings for me?
I knew I was deluding myself by pretending that keeping my distance would keep me from falling even more in love with her than I already was. And now that I knew she wanted more, now that I’d finally let myself go, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever recover.
I sighed deeply, digging deep for my dominatrix persona. I’d had subs pleasure me before, many times in fact, but none of them had affected me so much that I couldn’t think.
That’s because you weren’t in love with any of those other subs, my brain reminded me helpfully.
“How was that, ma’am?” Aubrey asked softly. “Did I do it right?”
Her expression was concerned, and I realized that she’d interpreted my silence as disappointment.
“You did well,” I said mildly. “Very well. You have earned a nice reward.”
Leaving my dress on the bench, I strode across the room naked, feeling Aubrey’s eyes on me the whole way. I grabbed the first vibrator I found and pointed to a massage table in the corner.
“Lay down on the table.”
When she hesitated I snapped, “Is there a problem?”
I chastised myself for losing my usual calm demeanor. The truth was I was so freaked about what had just happened that I just wanted to give Aubrey an orgasm and send her on her way so I could process what happened. Alone. Before I did something stupid like ask her to marry me.
“Um, can you get me off with us maybe laying down together?” she stammered, pointing at the fainting couch that was pushed up against one side of the room. “I, uh, it’ll be hotter if I can touch you at the same time. Be skin to skin. If we have some intimacy. The way I’ve fantasized about. Please.”
My mouth went dry.
Normally I’d beat a sub’s ass for trying to top from the bottom like this, but I had to admit, it was a great idea. Or possibly a terrible idea. I hadn’t decided yet.
Bringing the vibrator with me, I strode over to the fainting couch, laying down on my side and patting the sheet that covered the fabric.
“Come on, don’t dawdle. Our time is almost up in here.”
Aubrey practically flew over, settling on her back next to me. I turned on the vibrator, teasing it up and down her torso a few times before circling her nipples. When her breathing became labored, I moved down to her pussy, running the toy over her labia before slipping inside.
She was already close to the edge from what we’d done before, and from any pleasure she’d derived in getting me off. This wouldn’t take long.
Her eyes widened as I bumped up the speed on the vibe. Aubrey made a soft moaning sound that went right to my clit. I threw one of my legs over her closest leg, partly holding her down as I moved the vibe up and down her channel.
Aubrey’s skin was flushed, her full lips parted in pleasure, and I couldn’t help but lower my head and give her a long, claiming kiss. Her arms lifted to circle my back, stroking my skin as the kiss went on and on.
This was no longer a BDSM scene. We’d both dropped our roles, equally participating in the kiss, and when Aubrey broke away long enough to gasp, “I’m so close. Please Taylor!” I didn’t rebuke her.
Instead I focused the vibrating toy on her clit and scooted down until I could take the skin at the base of her neck into my mouth. I bit down, adding suction, desperate to mark her as mine while she screamed with the force of her orgasm.
“Oh. My. God! Taylor!”
I released her neck, watching as Aubrey rode the waves of her pleasure. Her eyes were closed now, gasping for breath as her back arched off the bed and shudders wracked her body. When I sensed that she’d had enough I turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside. Aubrey surprised me by bracing her feet on the couch and rolling us over until she was laying across my body like the sexiest blanket ever.
“That was incredible,” she whispered against my lips. “But you know what I liked best? Giving you pleasure. It was hot as fuck.”
Then she kissed me.
We lay there cuddling and kissing like a couple of horny teenagers until I heard the discreet knock on the door letting me know that our time was almost up. I’d been enjoying our snuggling so much I’d completely forgotten that we were still at Club Surrender.
“We need to get dressed,” I said regretfully. “They need the room.”
She moved away slowly, giving me a searching look. A look that conveyed an emotion that I wasn’t sure that I was ready for.
“We wouldn’t have a time limit if we went to my place. Or yours,” Aubrey said in a flirting tone. “We could stop for dinner first to get our strength back up before we go another round. Maybe we could spend the night together. I… I really like you.”
That’s when the panic set in.
I wanted to say yes. I swear I did. But there was a weight on my chest and that lizard part of my brain was screaming at me to run. Now.
Before I realized what I was doing I said, “No. I think we’re done for tonight.”
I winced internally at the coldness in my voice. The look of hurt on Aubrey’s face hit me like a punch to the gut, but I wasn’t thinking clearly right now. I was remembering the last two women I loved and how that had turned out. How horrible the break-ups had been. The way those experiences had convinced me that I was fundamentally unlovable. That I was good for a little bit of fun, but not for a lifetime.
I couldn’t take another heartbreak, not from Aubrey, and I knew that made me a coward, but right now I didn’t care. I needed to escape. I knew that I owed her an explanation, any explanation, but the words sat like a lump in my throat.
She gave me a long look before sighing deeply and turning away from me.
“Okay, I’ll get dressed.”
We both pulled on our clothes quickly, and then Aubrey headed for the door. I hurried after her, grabbing her wrist.
“Aubrey, wait.”
She shook her head and blinked away the tears that were pooling in her eyes. My heart pinched in my chest.
“I thought you liked me,” she said quietly. “I thought we had something here. Something good. I was falling in love with you, you know. But I guess this was all a game to you, huh? Or maybe this was all just revenge for getting you arrested?”
“Aubrey, no, that’s not it at all, I just…”
I stood there looking at her like an idiot, still gripping her wrist but unable to explain.
“It’s fine Taylor, you don’t need to explain,” she said with false cheerfulness. “You told me that BDSM wasn’t about romance, but I got mixed up and caught feelings. That was my mistake, I’ll own that. Anyway, thanks for showing me the ropes here, but I don’t think I’ll be back. I think our time together has run its course.”
“Aubrey!”
She pulled away from me and opened the door, almost running over a club monitor who was coming to roust us out the room. Aubrey took off at a run.
“Is everything okay, Mistress Taylor?” the monitor asked, giving me a stern look when I tried to follow Aubrey.
The woman was built like a linebacker. I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to take me down if she thought I was hassling a submissive.
“It’s fine, just a misunderstanding,” I said miserably as I looked down the empty hallway where Aubrey had disappeared. “Thank you.”
I did a quick circuit around the club, hoping Aubrey was hanging around, but of course she was gone. Cursing myself as an idiot, I retrieved my cell phone from the locker and called April.
“Can I come over?” I asked when she answered the phone. “I fucked things up with Aubrey.”