22. Joker
It is odd being in BowTied with my Queen. It is not a bad weird, but a different weird. Part of me wants to grab her and go home, while the other part wants to show her my world here. Well, my old world since I don’t want this life anymore. It feels like that chapter of my life is ending, and I am saying goodbye. Even though Malcolm is leaving my account open, I don’t know if I need this place anymore. It’s an odd feeling because this place always has filled a void. Queen. Unless she wants to watch others, she might enjoy a show.
I lead her with my hand resting on her lower back, flipping the light to red above the door, letting Queen in first. None of the women I have had in this place, all of whom I had to pretend were the woman standing before me, hold a candle to her. She walks to the middle of the room and spins toward me. I have the real thing, not poor imitations.
She bites her bottom lip and plays with her fingers. Her nervous tell always gives her away. I shouldn’t be surprised that she is slightly nervous; I have a home-field advantage. Pulling her into my arms briefly, I feel her heart race. “So, how do we start this?” she asks. I run my hands down her back, grabbing her ass and grinding against her pussy. Then, I run them back up and untie her mask, letting it fall between us. She raises her eyebrows in question.
“I don’t want to pretend we’re anyone but us.” I remove mine and walk over to a table, placing them both on top. “A few rules here at the BowTied. Never remove your mask, but the rules never apply to you. You’re a Queen, and queens don’t have rules. This is all about control. That’s what it is most of the time for me. I know this will be difficult for you, giving up all control. You have such a big, beautiful brain, and I want you to turn it off. That’s the goal of this session. So we are going to play and practice while taking it slow until your legs cannot support you.” I walk back over to her, pull her hair to the side, and unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor. My breath catches as I take in the black and red mixed lace, barely covering any part of her. I lean forward and whisper in her ear, “And I thought the dress was sexy.”
I leave her standing there as I walk to the overhead cuffs, adjusting the height so it’s perfect. Part of me wanted to use the Saint Andrew’s cross, but I didn’t want her against anything. I want access to all parts of her. I crook my pointer finger at her, motioning for her to come over. My Queen doesn’t hesitate. She moves forward to me, her eyes never leaving mine.
I smile because most submissives don’t maintain eye contact. That wouldn’t be Queen’s style, but that’s not what I want from her. Everything I have ever done in one of these rooms, I have pretended they were her. Now I have her here, and I feel like we are laying the groundwork because I want her to submit her pleasure to me. To let me pleasure her with a bite of pain until she falls apart at the seams. I know my Queen loves a little pain. I watched her for years, and she gets into her head overthinking, and I want the button turned off or at least on silent. As I grab her right arm, I slide my hand down to her hand and kiss her wrist before placing it into the cloth cuff. I do the same to the other side and pull them up so she is stretching slightly.
Her body is tense. I reach into my pocket and bring a black silk tie to cover her eyes. I want her not to anticipate my next move. Overwhelming her body with the pleasure that she deserves and needs. “Your safe word?” I don’t intend to let her use it, but with her past, I don’t exactly know what might trigger her.
“Meatloaf.”
I chuckle and nod because of their song I Would Do Anything for Love. I kiss her shoulder and breathe in her scent as I tie the blindfold over her beautiful eyes. “You’re so fucking perfect. I don’t know which part of you I want to touch first.”
Her lips twitch into a small smile. “Is this how all your sessions start?”
That earns her a smack on the ass, and then I rub it before giving it another slight spank. “Don’t bring up the past. This is about us. They didn’t matter then, and they don’t matter now. You are what matters and the only person I have ever wanted.” I give her another spank. “Spread those legs for me, baby.”
She hesitates, and once again, I give her ass another smack. I admire her skin turning pink from my palm. Still wearing her heels, I lightly smack the inside of her thighs until she spreads them to my liking. “Turn off that beautiful brain for me.” My fingers pull the cups of her bra to the side, exposing her nipples, suck one into my mouth, and run my tongue around it, letting it come to a point before I blow cool air over it. She is magnificent. I move away and go to the toys and grab two nipple clamps and return, starting my teasing over again before placing one at a time and tightening slowly until they are tight but not too tight. I put a slight chain between them so I could pull them simultaneously. Her breath catches, and I slide down her body. “You know, over the years of watching you with others, I could always tell what you liked and didn’t. I would stroke my cock and pretend that it was me sliding up into that pretty pussy. However, I would have never left you wanting.” Lean close to her ear and whisper the last part, “We know they all left you wanting.”
My gaze runs down her body, loving the mix of tattoos and lingerie. My fingers run over her damp panties and slide them down her thighs. Unable to stop myself from tasting her a second longer, I bury my face in her heat while trying to move her legs over my shoulders. Her legs are stiff, and I spank her clit and gently pull on the chain. “I’m in control here, baby. Until you tell me otherwise, never be afraid to use your safe word. I might be in control, but you have all the power.” You always have, I almost add as I flatten my tongue and run up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth. “Who’s in control, baby?”
Her legs loosen slightly. “You are in control of my pleasure, J.”
I give her a small smack on her butt. “What’s my name, baby? Who’s between these beautiful thighs?” I am on my knees and push her back slightly so I can take all of her in. I use my fingers to spread her, giving me complete access.
“Joker! You are!” I reward her by lapping and feasting on her just as she likes, letting her get close to her peak before backing down. I want to build this. “Stop teasing me!”
My eyes roll at her impatience, but I am glad she is ready. My tongue licks back up to her clit as I slide two fingers inside of her, curling them slightly. Within seconds of pumping my fingers and pulling her clit into my mouth with a bite of pain, Queen comes undone. Her legs’ grip my head, locking me in place as I lap up all she offers, my fingers never stopping. I usually would punish someone for coming without permission, but I want to make her feel amazing. Normally, I wouldn’t want to take her this quickly in a session, but our time is limited.
I pull her to me, letting her legs wrap around my waist as I pull her in for a kiss. She moans into my mouth as I rock my hardness against her core. Slowly, I remove her blindfold and let her see. “Do you want me to fuck you here or on the bed?” I ask her, letting her have some control. She was a good girl and followed instructions so that I could adjust. Let go of the reins some. My Queen is perfect and I want a lot of control, but I also want her to know how much I want her in charge. I have seen her in the field for years; she can lead beautifully, and while I never thought I would like that, I can make an exception with her.
“I want to touch you. Please. Go sit on that chair.” She motions to the one in the corner that is mainly used for voyeur sessions. It has a protective covering, so I am game for whatever. I undo her arms from the restraints, and she falls into my waiting arms. My hands massage her arms to her wrists, rubbing them as her mouth searches for mine. “I love you, J.”
My heart feels like it swells three times its normal size. To have this woman’s love, the amount of pride I feel that she chose me. She could have anyone, and it’s me she wants to spend her time with and give her body to. I carry her over to the chair and run my hands down her back as she kisses me like I am her only lifeline in this world.
She straddles me and undoes my pants, palming my cock. My pants go to my knees, and she teases the head of my cock against her wet pussy. She circles me around her entrance, and I let out a moan. “I have always loved you, my Queen.”
Her juices run down my shaft, but we stare at each other, and I have never felt so intimate and exposed as I do now. She runs her hand down from my neck, down my chest before finding my cock. I don’t move and let her take complete control. Back and forth, she runs the head of my cock through her folds before sliding just the tip in. “Tell me this is forever, that you will not get tired and move on.”
My hands run down her back, but don’t move her forward. I swat her ass once more, which makes her sink down a little lower. I grasp her face between my hands and pull her mouth to mine. “Have you not been listening? I’m yours forever, yours always, and you are my constant. You’re tattooed on my skin, and if I could, you would be on my heart. Never question my devotion to you again. Give into me, baby.”
“I needed to hear the words because I am done.” She pushes me down farther inside of her. “I will not fight against my happiness.” Queen drops the rest of the way, and now I am fully inside of her, and it’s so hard not to move. “You’re my happiness.” She groans before kissing me; she bites my lower lip, pulling as she sits back. “You feel so fucking good.”
She throws her head back as she slides up and down my cock. “Damn, I will never get used to how amazing you feel.”
My hands slide down her back and grip her ass, helping to lift her and shift her on my cock. I want to position her, so my cock and piercings hit that spot inside of her that makes her come undone. I don’t let her stop when she slows down, gripping her hips, and fucking up into her, knowing I hit that perfect place that makes her head throw backwards. Her pussy flutters. I grip her tighter and pull her movement and hitting it over and over before thrusting deep and letting her clit glide down, creating that perfect storm of friction that has her coming undone. “Come with me,” she says, but is already gone a few thrusts later, and I am joining her.