33. Serenity
Chapter thirty-three
Serenity
M y heart flutters a beat that I'm pretty sure isn't healthy for it, as I let Declan lead me into an empty room. Instead of being the innocent watcher, I'll be starring in my own scene. He chose one of the rooms without a window, so I don't have to worry about other people watching this, but the endless things I've researched float through my head as I wonder what to expect.
He ushers me inside and shuts the door behind us with a deafening 'snick'.
Without turning around, he checks in with me. "Color, Serenity."
My shoulders ease. "Green, sir."
He turns to me, slipping his suit jacket off and unbuttoning his cufflinks. He's done this before every scene, so I take it as my cue to sink into my role as his sub. He moves to the bed and lays his cufflinks on the nightstand before turning to me.
"Do you want to recreate the scene we saw earlier? Spanking and submission?" His body is still, calm, controlled, but the flare in his nostrils tells me just how eager for this he is.
I cast my eyes downward. "Yes, please, sir."
He sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide and motions for me to stand in front of him. His gaze softens as he untucks my work polo and presses a hand up my belly, before it hardens again. Dom Declan is detached, cold, clinical. But sometimes I can see my Declan peak through. I love how he can be hard and soft, cold and hot. It's not the rollercoaster it used to be. Over these months together we've learned each other and every day I feel more and more comfortable with him.
In seconds he has my shirt and pants off, and I stand in front of him in just my panties and bra. My chest heaves in anticipation, but I'm not as nervous as I thought I would be.
He licks his lips and wordlessly guides me so that I'm laying across his thighs awkwardly. His thighs are hard under my stomach and the way his one leg tilts my pelvis up, leaving me extremely exposed.
His warm hand grips the back of my thigh and squeezes. I'm already aching for his touch, turned on by the scene we watched earlier, and the promise of more with Declan.
"We'll start with ten, Ser. You'll count for me after each one or we start over. Understood?"
I nod. "Yes, sir."
He drags my panties down, maneuvering them around his thigh, but leaves them just above my knees. He twists them in a way that gives me no room to move.
"At any point, stoplight color me if you need to, alright?"
I nod again, but that's not enough consent for him, so he squeezes my thigh in warning. "Yes, sir." I shiver in anticipation.
He raises his hand and pauses, letting me squirm, before he brings it to my right ass cheek hard. The shock of the sting and the heat that floods to my cheek and core are a delicious bite of pleasure. I don't understand why, but it causes every muscle in my body to relax, to fully give in to the moment. It's the same fuzzy brained feeling I got after the shibari demonstration and it's a welcome relief.
Declan squeezes my cheek, though, enough to bruise, and I remember what I did wrong.
"One. Sir," I choke out. My voice is wavery, and I'm not sure how I'll be able to do another nine.
His hard cock presses into my belly and a surge of pride that I've made him hard thrums through me.
Two, three, and four are about the same, but the heat builds every hit, and I can feel myself get impossibly wet. He alternates cheeks, but not in any recognizable pattern, so the anticipation remains high. God, I'm so turned on I could cry.
After five, I whimper and squirm, rubbing my thighs together, desperate for relief.
"Are you aching, my girl?" Declan asks but the blood rushing through my ears makes it sound like we're both in a cave, his voice appearing from some unknown place.
"Mhm," I whine, barely able to focus on his question.
The sixth hit slides against the back of my thigh in a fresh area and I jolt forward with a moan. I almost forget I'm supposed to be counting, but I whisper six and rest my forehead against the cool sheets of the bed.
"You're doing so well for me, Ser. Color?"
My pelvis grinds against him, desperate to be touched, but at this angle I can't get any relief. But I know he'll give it to me soon, if I can just be a good girl and follow his rules.
"Green, sir."
I barely feel the next four. Sure, the sound of the slap is there, the heat blooms, his fingers dig into the tender flesh, but I'm light years away. My legs are trembling, my pelvis grinds against nothing, my pussy clenches around nothing. My body is a needy mess, but my mind doesn't exist in this reality anymore.
After the tenth, Declan takes pity on me and drags his thumb through my pussy lips.
"You're soaked for me, baby," he praises. I nod enthusiastically because yes, I am soaked, and yes, he's touching me where I need him the most.
He hooks his thumb inside of me, pressing against my G-spot. It feels so strange, filling me, but not enough, stimulating my G-spot but nothing else.
I whine, a needy, obnoxious sound, but Declan doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he takes pity on me.
"Not enough for you, baby?"
I can't respond. I'm too far gone. But I wiggle my hips in the mindless hope that I can entice him to do more - to finally make me come.
"Don't worry, baby. I've got you."
I relax because I know it's true. He would never walk away now. He would never make me mindless and needy like this without completing his mission.
I never knew sex could be like this. I never knew how liberating it can be to give yourself completely to another person. I don't know if this is how Ella experiences sex. The Envelope isn't just about BSDM. There are plenty of other kinks encouraged and practiced here. But hell, now I get why she talks about sex so much. I would too if it is like this every time. And this isn't even full-blown sex. This is just touching, and it's already incredible. I can't imagine how good actual sex will be.
Expertly, Declan slides two fingers inside me while his thumb finds my clit. He doesn't have to do much more before I'm coming, muscles convulsing, a wanton moan escaping my lips.
I don't care what I look like right now. I'm sure I look like a mess - sweaty hair plastered to my forehead, there's probably a little bit of drool on my cheek. But the orgasm Declan tears from me is explosive, cosmic. It's the world's greatest upper and the world’s greatest downer. I'm on fire and at the same time completely at ease.
It's mind blowing.
Declan's voice from above me is muttering something that sounds like praise, but all I can hear is the pounding of my heart in my ears, and all I can feel is his warm hand running up one thigh, over one butt cheek, then the other, and down the other thigh.
After I've fully come down from my high, I take notice of the hard cock in front of me. I want it. I want to touch it. To taste it.
Mindlessly, I scramble off of him. I'm sure I'm breaking some sort of rules of the scene where I'm supposed to be completely passive, but logic isn't running the show right now, need is.
I tear at his slacks, desperate for him. My fingers miss a few times, and I start to get frustrated.
Declan grabs my hands in his and I look up, to see a compassionate look on his face. A small part of me is terrified I've fucked up and broken his rules. But he brings my hands to his thighs and undoes his fly for me, dragging down the zipper and pulling himself out of the confines of his slacks.
A breath of relief leaves me, and I waste no time taking him into my hand and mouth. I've only done this once before, but I'm not sure I'm in the right mindset to make it good.
I'm lust, need, and desire wrapped in human flesh.
But Declan seems to enjoy my enthusiasm. The grunts and groans and sounds coming from him are addictive. Bringing this strong, powerful man to his knees is thrilling. I would do absolutely anything to please him.
He brings a large hand to the back of my head as he tilts his gaze to the ceiling.
"Fuck, yeah, Ser. You take me so good," he says, his voice a low growl.
I'm starting to get turned on again, which wasn't the point of this, but how can I help it when he sounds like that?
I whimper around his length and take him to the back of my throat. I gag a little, and I hope it's not a turn off for him. Saliva pools around my hand as I work to make it good for him.
"I'm...coming..." he grunts out just before he swells and warm, salty liquid hits the back of my throat in thick jets of cum.
I swallow it down eagerly and bring my hand to my core. My own cum drips down my inner thigh. It only takes a touch of my clit before I'm coming again, thighs straining, lungs burning.
I drop Declan out of my mouth on a low groan as my own orgasm subsides.
"Going down on me turned you on that much?"
My chest is heaving as I look up at him from the floor. God, he looks good like this. Fly of his slacks open, hair disheveled, smiling down at me with a self-satisfied look on his face.
I can easily see myself getting addicted to this - to him - to taking and receiving pleasure from this man.
He's going to ruin me.