Chapter 6
Tristan
I knocked on the door to Bee’s rooms, my heart thumping hard in my chest. Despite having been up half the night on labor watch at the stables, I felt wired like I’d just had three cups of coffee and a shot of espresso. We had a little over an hour before her class started, and I was both apprehensive and excited for what she had in store for me. All night I’d been fantasizing about her, wishing I was at the dinner with her, wishing she’d be waiting for me in my bed when I got home.
Basically, I was obsessed with her.
The door swung open and a frowning Alfie greeted me. He wore his usual suit, dark green today with a crisp pale-yellow shirt, and his hair was slicked back from his face. I’d learned yesterday that Alfie had been born female, but I found it kind of hard to believe. He looked, acted, and just gave off the vibes of a guy. Not that it made a difference to me; I’d learned a long time ago that whatever people did to make themselves happy was their business. And I didn’t think any less of him for it. Being who you truly are, even if it goes against the expectations of society, took a lot of strength and courage.
“Come on in,” Alfie said in a distracted tone. “Bee is still getting ready so she’ll be a minute.”
As we walked down the hallway, me carrying my bag with my dog play gear in it, the sound of her muffled-but raised voice grew louder.
“Listen, Gary, I know you want me to book that European tour opening for The Brats Symphony but I need a break.” There was a moment of silence before she said, “Yes, two million dollars is a lot of money, but… yes… yes I understand. I know you lost money thanks to Dan, but I paid you back for it.”
Alfie let out a low growl, stopping in the hallway before shooting a look over his shoulder at me. “One minute.”
He left me standing in the living room as he went into Bee’s room, leaving the door partially open behind him.
“Gary,” Alfie said in a pissed off voice, “stop with the bullshit already. Bee’s hip is messed up, she needs time to recuperate before she does anything. I don’t care what your specialist says, those injections may get her through a tour, but according to her doctor she needs to take some time off.” I could hear Bee telling Alfie to give her the phone, but he must have ignored her because he continued, “I don’t give a shit how much money she could make if she went mainstream, she’s not going to pretend to be someone she’s not for a paycheck. Her image is fine, no one cares about those videos, it’s not like she’s trying to teach kindergarten or run a convent. Give me a break, you aren’t trying to protect her reputation, you’re trying to keep your piggybank full. Yeah… yeah… I’m hanging up now, Bee has a class to teach. She’ll talk to you later.”
“Alfonso!” Bee yelled, “what are you doing?”
“What I should have done years ago, hang up on that piece of shit. He doesn’t care about you, Bee. He only cares about the bottom line.”
Her voice was sharp as she replied, “But he’s my manager, that’s what he should care about. He took a chance on me when no one else would and got me to where I am. I owe him. He only wants what’s best for me.”
Alfie’s voice lost some of its anger as he said, “No, you don’t owe him shit and he only wants what’s best for himself. Why can’t you see that?”
“Because he stuck by me when all that crap went down with Dan. He helped me get through it, made sure I didn’t lose too many clients, and worked hard to restore my reputation. Most people wouldn’t have done that. And I wouldn’t be where I am without him and his contacts. I owe him. If it wasn’t for him I’d still be doing burlesque shows at the local Bingo halls.”
Alfie made a frustrated noise while I tried to inch a little closer to the doorway to hear better. “You don’t owe him shit. That’s his job to do those things for you and he has made plenty of money off of you over the years. This isn’t a charity gig for him; he isn’t doing any of this out of the goodness of his heart. And you don’t need him to be successful.”
“Look, I don’t want to get into this right now. I have a class to teach.”
“You never want to talk about it. Avoiding reality isn’t going to help you, Bee. That asshole is taking advantage of you.”
“I don’t avoid reality,” she hissed. “And he’s not taking advantage of me. He has my best interest at heart.”
“Really? Then what did he say when you mentioned you wanted to teach here for a year to try it out? Was he supportive? Did he encourage you to do what would make you happy? Or did he wave two million dollars in your face and tell you that if you didn’t break your hip dancing, you’d be letting him and all the people that depend on you down?” There was a moment of silence before Alfie said, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You do what you want, Bee, but I’ll be damned if I stand here and watch you cripple yourself for that asshole.”
I quickly moved a couple paces back to my position in the hallway as Alfie stormed out and slammed the door shut behind him.
“Everything okay?” I asked as he came to an abrupt halt beside me.
“No,” he whispered, anger lining his face. “Everything is not okay. I’m sure you overheard?”
I nodded, not bothering to lie. “Yeah. What’s going on? Who is Gary?”
“Gary is her asshole coke-head manager who is more interested in the bottom line than his clients’ mental and physical health. He’s been her manager for the last ten years so she trusts him and considers him a true friend, which makes her put the blinders on to what a piece of shit he actually is.” Alfie blew out a harsh breath, the red tint of anger flushing his cheeks. “Now he’s badgering her because he wants her to get back on the road and do a nine-month European tour. It’s too much, she’s not ready, but he’s trotting out all the usual manipulation tactics of her letting her staff down if she doesn’t do it blah blah blah. And I’m afraid she’s going to give in because she has it in her head that she has to take care of everyone, that she’s responsible for the world’s happiness. I’ve tried to tell her again and again that she needs to get a new manager but she thinks she owes him for some fucked up reason.” He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “Sorry to dump all of this on you, it just drives me crazy because I love her so much and I hate to see her doing this to herself. She deserves a rest, she deserves to be happy, and I really think spending some time away from the chaos of touring would be the healthiest thing for her. The worst part is I know she wants to take a break, but for whatever reason she just won’t allow herself to.”
“Sounds like she’s under a lot of pressure. Anything I can do to help?”
Alfie sighed and straightened his suitcoat. “Just keep an eye on her today, okay? Don’t let Gary’s crap take the joy of teaching away from her. She really loves it, and she’s so good at it, you’ll see. Most people look at her and think the most special thing about her is her body, but it’s really her mind. She has so much to share with the world beyond her dancing. But Gary has it hammered into her head that she needs to dance while she can, that at thirty-four she’s reaching the end of her high-profit years. Says she can pursue her other ‘hobbies’ in a few years when she retires. I try to reason with her, to make her see that she should do what makes her happy, but she’s just so”—he grasped at the air in front of him, his jaw jutted out in frustration—“loyal.”
“Loyal?” I shifted my grip on my bag. “That doesn’t seem like a bad thing.”
“It is when she’s loyal to those who don’t deserve it. I don’t know, man, it’s hard to explain. Once you’re in with her, you’re like ‘in’ with her forever. She will have your back until the day she dies. Even if you don’t deserve it. Which reminds me, if you fuck her over, I’ll kill you.”
This had me grinning. I liked this guy. He loved Bee and genuinely cared for her. In a way it reminded me of how my best friend, Stephen, was with me.
“I completely understand and wouldn’t expect anything less.”
He motioned to the double doors at the end of the hallway. “Go ahead and have a seat outside on the terrace. I’ll let her know you’re here in a few minutes, give her time to clean up. And don’t tell her I told you any of this, it will just embarrass her and put her on the defensive. She likes you, a lot, and from what I’ve heard from some of the submissives, you’re a good guy worthy of her trust.”
My back stiffened as I said, “You asked around about me?”
His eyebrows raised up. “Of course I did. After the shit her ex put her through, I want to make sure any man she’s interested in is on the level. Nothing personal.”
“I get it.” Shaking off the discomfort that came from knowing he’d been talking to people about me, I inclined my head to her doorway. “We’ll need to leave soon for her to make it to her class on time. Want to let her know I’m here?”
“Yeah,” Alfie glanced at her closed door and led me out onto the patio. “Fuck, I hate fighting with her like this. Listen, all that drama aside, I wanted to thank you for taking such good care of her. She came home with the biggest smile last night and was back to her old self. None of my business what goes on between you two, I stay out of her sex life and she stays out of mine, but whatever you’re doing, keep on doing it. And once again, sorry for dumping on you like that. You just have the kind of presence that makes people trust you.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I shrugged as I walked past him with my bag. “It just shows that you love her.”
“Right, okay I have to run and get some things ready. I’ll let Bee know you’re here.”
I tilted my head back, warming my face in the sun as I took in a deep breath. The thought of seeing her in a matter of moments had me impatient as hell. She was so close, yet so far way, and I just wanted to kiss her until she forgot about everything and everyone.
The door to her bedroom from the patio opened and she stood there in the sunlight, wearing nothing but a deep blue lace teddy and a scowl.
“Come here,” she growled as she curled her finger at me. “I need you.”
My dick pulsed as I grew stiff in an instant, practically sprinting across the patio to her.
She grabbed me as soon as I came close enough and whispered against my lips, “I’m soaking wet, have been all night thinking about you. That big dick of yours felt so very good yesterday, I want more. We don’t have time for anything other than a quickie, you good with that?”
“Fuck yeah,” I quickly answered before crushing my mouth to hers.
We licked and tasted, bit and sucked as we shuffled back into the bedroom. Bee threw her arms around my neck and allowed me to pretty much drag her over to the bed. I tossed her back as she laughed, then reached up and grabbed my shirt, hauling me down with her. Her hands worked the button of my jeans, then the zipper before she reached inside my boxers. The squeeze she gave my shaft had my eyes nearly crossing.
“You aren’t the only one whose been thinking about how good my dick felt inside of you. I swear you have the hottest, silkiest pussy I’ve ever felt. Damn perfect.”
Using her feet along with the help of my hands, we managed to get my pants and boxers down to my midthigh. Her nails pressed into my back as she dragged me down for another kiss, wrapping her legs around my waist. I quickly discovered just how wet she was as she rubbed her slit against me. I reached down and pushed aside the edge of her teddy, then grabbed my shaft and held it to her opening.
With a low moan she shifted and used her legs to pull me closer. I removed my hand, my body going stiff as her wet heat engulfed me. My balls gave a hard throb when I was in her to the hilt, and when her pussy clenched me tight I couldn’t help but grunt. It was like being squeezed by a tight fist.
“Move,” she whispered against my neck before gently biting me there.
Sitting back on my heels, I looped her legs over my shoulders and smiled at her. “Yes, Mistress.”
I pulled all the way back, then reached between her legs and began to rub her clit with my thumb. She was sensitive there, so I had to keep my touch light. This became increasingly hard to do as she used her legs to pull herself up every time I thrust forward. Taking her physical cues, I stopped holding back and pounded into her, the wet sound of her sex clutching at me raw and erotic. Each drag and pull had me closer to the edge, entering that fantastic state of mind where I was almost pure sex. Everything focused on these moments of utter bliss.
“Yes, yes, more,” she moaned, “I’m almost there.”
Tilting my hips to a different angle, I began to pinch her clit, earning a convulsive twitch of her sex around my cock.
The cry that left her lips was feral as I did it again, and she let out a small scream as I pinched rhythmically while fucking her.
“Come for me,” she demanded through clenched teeth. “I want to feel you come with me.”
Her back arched and I plunged deep and ground down, our bodies flush and as tight together as I could get them. She bit my shoulder and that set me off, the pain like a fuse to my climax. The burn in my spine bordered on agonizing, mixing with the rush of release that I got when I finally filled her up. It was so intense I couldn’t move, rough grunts leaving me as I arched.
“You’re so sexy,” she purred, trailing her fingers up and down my body. “So beautiful when you come.”
My voice came out scratchy and weak as I said, “Thanks.”
She laughed and pushed at my shoulders. “Are you okay? Did I kill you?”
Rolling off of her, I noticed a towel on the bed and said, “Mind if I clean up with this?”
She threw her arms over her head and sighed. “Go ahead. I hate to fuck and run, but we are going to be late if I don’t light a fire under my butt. Do you want to change into Diesel here or at the school?”
“At the University would probably be the best place.”
“Got it.” She made a soft groan as she rolled off the bed.
Coming to her side, I helped her to her feet. “Are you okay?”
She held up her hand. “One sec, just need to give my hip a moment to realize we’re standing up.”
“Was I… did I… I mean was I too rough? Should I be gentler?”
The look she gave me was sharp. “No, you don’t need to treat me like a fragile hot-house flower. I can take it.”
Whoa, I had entered a minefield without even realizing. Time to walk carefully. “I know you can take it, and quite well, but I wouldn’t hard fuck a woman with a bad knee doggy style if I knew she had knee issues. Or skull fuck a woman who had a neck injury. And I wouldn’t want for a woman with hemorrhoids to do anal.”
Her anger faded into puzzlement, then laughter. “I cannot believe you just said that.”
I shrugged, glad I’d flipped her mood. “Just sayin’.”
“You are too much. Okay, go sit on the bed while I finish getting ready. I can’t have you in the same room with me right now, you’re too distracting. Look at my hair, it’s a mess and I’ll never be able to fix it in time. Time for plan B, a hat.”
“You’re beautiful,” I said before stealing a kiss.
With a frustrated sound she pushed me away from her with a smile. “Sit, stay, good dog.”
“Woof,” I replied, making her laugh again.
I started to sit down, then realized my pants were unbuttoned and fastened them up again.
* * *
Usinga golf cart to zip across the Ranch’s property, we arrived with a little bit of time to spare at the University. We were in the professor’s office that was attached to the classroom area where people were already gathering. Alfie and Bee were going over some final details, he’d be doing an introduction speech and warming up the crowd for her, while I sat on the edge of the empty black lacquer desk situated before a pair of big windows. Empty bookshelves lined one wall, while the other boasted a purple suede sofa covered with bright pillows. A small modern black lacquer table sat before the sofa and I placed my bag on it before taking a seat.
A swirl of frenetic energy seemed to surround Bee, her attention hyper focused and a look of intense concentration on her face. She wore a sexy as hell tight cream business suit with a red patent-leather belt cinched around her waist, a pair of matching red heels, and garters. Black lace garters with little roses on them, that held up the flesh-colored silk hose enwrapping her strong calves. Her amber hair was up in some kind of rolls that reminded me of old pinup girls and she wore a small cream hat with a red mesh veil that was somehow fastened to the side of her hair. All in all, she screamed powerful, smart, and on the top of her game, yet elegant and feminine in a way that went straight to my dick.
She shooed Alfie out of the room and came over to me, her green eyes sparkling as she said, “Okay, suit up.”
I laughed at the authoritative way she said that and stood, snapping to attention. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Come on,” she said in an excited voice, “I want to see what you brought. I’m very curious.”
I gestured to my black slacks, “Well, I plan on wearing these.”
She crossed her arms under her breasts and tapped her foot. “Tristannnn…”
Smiling to myself, I pulled out my dog mask, the harness I usually wore, and my pair of dog paws—something I didn’t usually wear. Wearing them was like wearing gloves you couldn’t move your fingers in. It was a very vulnerable feeling and I hadn’t been in the right headspace to wear them before. I’d actually kind of packed them as an afterthought, but I placed them along with my mask on the table for her inspection.
“This,” she said picking up the dog mask, “is really cool and not at all what I expected. You’ll look like Anubis with this on. And the eyes are neat, shiny reflective silver. Can you see through them?”
I nodded, taking the mask from her before holding it up, “Yeah, I can see out but you can’t see in.”
“Hmmm,” she squinted as she looked at it. “And you can’t see any of your face either. It covers you from head to chin. I won’t be able to access that talented mouth.”
“Don’t worry, Mistress, I have another mask in here that’s exposes my mouth. I remembered you making that comment the other day about Anubis and when I was going through my masks I knew you’d like this one. At least I hoped you would.”
“Put it on,” she said with a slow smile. “Wait, first take off your shirt and put on the harness. That thing has a lot of straps and I don’t have the time to figure it out right now.”
I did as she said, making my movements quick since I could hear Alfie starting his speech next door. I slipped the harness over my shoulders, the back held together by a webbing of thin black leather chords. The front came just over and under my pecks, highlighting my chest in a way women seemed to like. Silver spikes studded the leather in the front, and I smiled as Bee went over to her bag and pulled out a silver spiked collar.
“Here, will this fit with your mask?”
“Sure, let me put it on,” I paused for a second. “Once the mask is on, my voice will be a bit distorted and hard to hear.”
“That’s fine. We don’t need words to communicate.” She kissed me before I slipped it on.
“Yes,” Bee almost purred, “that is so sexy. Here, let me get this on you, then I have a few more presents for my Diesel.”
She pinched my nipple and I growled, making her smile even bigger. After patting/fondling my chest, she returned to her bag and came back with something hidden behind her. My vision was slightly limited by the muzzle of my black leather mask, so I couldn’t see what she had until something cold touched my nipple.
I almost jumped with surprise, and she made a soothing noise. “Relax. It’s just some lotion to make it easier for you to wear the nipple clamps. From what I remember, you said your nipples aren’t very sensitive?”
Nodding, I shifted as she rubbed the lotion onto both of my nipples, wondering what she was doing. Then the oddest thing happened. My nipples began to tingle, then warm, then throb slightly. I reached up to touch them but she caught my hands.
“Nope, the cream needs to set in. It’s a special lotion that will sensitize your skin and enhance the sensations. It’s only temporary, but I think it will make wearing these more impactful.”
The sharp pinching sensation from my right nipple made me start, but she simply soothed me again before attaching the other. There must have been a chain connecting the two, because it brushed my skin and weighed down the clamps. They honestly weren’t that bad, I’d worn some in the past that had bitten into my flesh like piranha teeth, but the cream made them seem more… there somehow.
Humming to herself, she said, “Arms behind your back. Good. Now I have something for your cock as well.”
Praying it wasn’t more clamps, I stiffened as she undid my pants, pushing them down along with my boxers before grabbing my dick, in more ways than one. The heady uncertainty of pleasure or pain coming my way made me hyperaware. So far there was only pleasure, her hand stroking up and down my shaft, playing with my piercing and my balls. She scraped her nails along the underside and I growled in pleasure.
“This,” she said as something slid around the base of my cock and tightened, “is a remote-control cock ring. I have the controller app on my phone and can do an assortment of wonderful things with it. If you can get through my whole lecture without coming, you get to fuck me doggy style. If you lose control, I get to fuck you.”
That didn’t sound so bad, and I grunted in agreement.
She smiled and ran her hands over my shoulders. “And just so you know, by fucking you, I mean bending you over and taking that sweet ass of yours. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt and I’m very, very good at working a man’s prostate. You will climax so hard you’ll see stars. Have you ever had a woman do that to you before?”
I shook my head vigorously, both glad and irritated I couldn’t speak clearly. To be honest it had never appealed to me before. But if Bee said she could make me see stars, I was intrigued if a little apprehensive. Damn, this woman always seemed to be throwing me off my feet. I never knew what to expect from her, and I loved it. People were usually easy for me to figure out, I’d been trained on how to do just that, but Bee was one step ahead of me most of the time.
“Perfect,” she said as she gently arranged me in my boxers then zipped and fastened my pants back up. “I’m going to attach a leash to your collar. You will follow me into the classroom. There is a podium, a small table, and a sofa I had set up for you along with a thick rug. You may use the furniture or the rug as you prefer. You will not speak during my class and you are free to be Diesel, whatever that means to you. Just be aware that as your Mistress I expect you to be a good dog and make me proud, understood? No peeing on the guests.”
I chuckled, then nodded my head in agreement. There was a slight snick as she attached the lead to the loop in my collar, and I followed her so closely the chain was slack between us. Even before she opened the door I was already in protective mode, scanning the audience for any potential threats to my Mistress. As a man I’d probably freak people out doing my cop stare, but with my dog mask on, no one could see my eyes or how serious I was about fucking anyone up who came near her.
Not that I needed to worry, the crowd applauded when she appeared, whistles and yells of appreciation filling the room. Everyone was looking at us, and I stood straighter as she sauntered to the front of the room. Walking up a few steps to the elevated area facing the crowded classroom, she led me over to a brown leather sofa and unhooked the chain from the collar. She placed her hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me down until I was seated. With a last pat on my shoulder, she leaned down to whisper, “Good boy,” before placing the chain on the table and turning to face the mass of people smiling at her.
I sat behind Bee, my gaze fastened on her butt. Already hard, I could feel the cock ring she’d placed around me pressing into my skin. It was easy to ignore compared to my clamped nipples, that shit was driving me crazy. The lotion she’d applied was providing sensations that were something entirely new, and weirdly pleasurable, and I was having a hard time getting my thoughts together. Distracted by the feelings coursing through me, I had a difficult time concentrating on what she was saying.
Now, more than ever, I was glad she brought me to her class as my canine persona, Diesel. With my mask on, the eyes a reflective silver that hid my own, I could watch her as much as I wanted. The way she strutted slowly back and forth in the classroom, her full ass rocking with her moves, held me captive. If I managed to make it through the whole class without coming, she’d let me fuck her doggy style.
I could not wait to grab her thick hips and watch that big ass bounce as I thrust into her.
The classroom full of people watching her—watching us—burst into applause after something she said. Cursing myself for not paying attention to what was actually going on, I tried to focus past my body and on her voice. I was genuinely curious as to what she’d be like as a guest lecturer, but I should have realized that she would do this job with just as much zeal and passion as when she danced.
And she was smart. Educated and well-traveled in a way that subtly showed in her every word and move. While she was smiling and engaging, her brief explanation of her work in Sociology and kink had me feeling kind of inadequate. True, I hadn”t been exactly a lazy bum, I”d spent over ten years as a police officer and I was proud of my service, but Bee had worked her gorgeous ass off.
For a moment, I wondered if I was maybe hitting out of my league trying to land a woman like her, but I pushed that thought away. Instead of being intimidated by her, I could be proud of her. Instead of feeling threatened, I could feel pride in myself for being her chosen pet.
I’d much rather feel good than bad, so I let my brief jealousies and personal shortcomings go so that I could bring myself back to the moment. Who knew how much time I”d have with her. It could only be the week she’d intended, but I’d do my best to make sure we lasted much longer. That conversation I’d overheard with her agent had not been good. For whatever reason, that asshat wanted her to do another tour. I mean, I knew the reason—money—but the way he’d tried to guilt her about the bitcoin scam was low. In my opinion, she’d be much better off here than under the thumb of a man who didn’t give a shit about her.
As she leaned against the desk, my gaze went to her hip. The muscle was healing slowly, and I didn’t have to be a doctor to know she needed to rest. I could see her pain in the way she held herself, and the slight grimace that twisted her face when she leaned against the desk at the front of the room.
A buzzing from my crotch distracted me enough that I almost stood from my reclined place on the sofa. I looked over at Beatrice, and she gave me a small smile, her lips cherry red. I let out a low growl and she smiled bigger, then turned back to the class. It took me a moment to realize she was talking about me.
“This is my pet, Diesel. I’m new to pet training, so I talked with some experts in the field and learned that one of the easiest ways to train a pet is through electrical stimulation. Some people like to use electrified anal plugs, while others-like myself, prefer cock rings. Pleasure rather than punishment, if you will, and much to Diesel’s appreciation.”
I gave a little bay of agreement and Bee’s giggle was worth every ounce of embarrassment I felt.
She strolled over to me and gave my leather clad head a good rub. I leaned into her touch, burying my face against her jacket and inhaling. The hint of sex still spiced her scent, and I drank it in, knowing it was my smell mixed with hers. Being a dog allowed me to give her a good nuzzle, and I let out a low growl of approval as she stroked my mask-covered head again with a firm touch.
“Some might think that pet play and high protocol are on opposite ends of the kink spectrum, but that’s not entirely true. There is a certain ceremony to each, a very visible display of the differences between Dom and sub, or Top and bottom or whatever you prefer. In this case”—she fingered the thick leather collar around my neck with my dog name tag on it—“you can see a very real and visible difference between us. He is my pet and we have very clear roles defined for each of us. He wears the collar, I hold the leash. It’s the same with some high protocol. We have very clearly defined roles of Mistress and submissive, or Daddy and Little, or any variation you could possibly dream of. But we also have clearly defined rules that vary depending on who you’re talking to and where you are. Some groups insist a submissive never meet a Dominant’s eye, while others don’t care about that but forbid the submissives from speaking unless spoken to.”
She raked her nails down my chest, pausing to pull at the chain connecting the clamps holding my tortured nipples and I growled.
Leaning over, she gently bit the side of my neck as she turned on the buzzing of the cock ring again. Her tongue licked against a place she must have bitten me earlier, because it stung a little. No skin had been broken or anything, but I’m sure I had bruises resembling her little teeth embedded in my flesh. Another flash of pain came from my nipples and I arched in my seat a bit. Her pleased hum preceded her pressing a soft kiss to my neck.
“Such a good boy,” she whispered before standing.
I wanted to grab at her, to bring her back so I could continue to nuzzle her, but my hands were currently restrained in gloves that looked like paws. Cool paws, with silver nails that could potentially hurt someone if I wasn’t careful, but paws none the less. I hoped she would let me take them off so I could bring her to multiple orgasms.
The rest of the class kind of went by in a haze. Periods of my dick being vibrated by that damn ring, and the slow lessening of sensation from my nipples as the gel’s effect wore off. By the time class had ended, I was deep in the zone, my head almost fuzzy like I was drunk. I don’t know if it was from being sexually tormented for so long or what, but I was focused on her. I found myself watching her every move, like a predator, imagining all the different ways I’d pleasure her.
After the last person left, damn people kept staying after to talk with her, she walked over to the door and closed then locked it.
Once that was done, she leaned back against the door and closed her eyes.
“Wow, that was at once exhilarating and exhausting.” She rocked her head back and forth on the door as if loosening her neck. “I need a drink. If you don’t mind, would you take your mask and paws off please? I’d like to talk with Tristan, though I have enjoyed my time with Diesel.”
In an instant, my desires switched over from personal gratification, to taking care of her. Yes, I’d won our little bet, but her health—both mental and physical—was more important than my dick. Not that my dick agreed with that. I was so hard I ached as I quickly removed my mask, pausing for a second to grab a towel from my bag to wipe down my face. After doing that, I grabbed her water bottle and walked over to her.
“Here, drink,” I encouraged her as I gathered her up into my arms.
She gave a little squeal, then laughed as I easily carried her back to the couch I’d been lounging on for the past few hours.
Once I had her settled with her head resting against the arm of the couch while reclined on my lap, she let out another sigh. “I could really use a hot tub, my hip is a little achy. Do you think you could please fetch my bathing suit from my room? I think Derek mentioned something about a public pool and hot tubs. I’d go but it’s a long walk from here to there. I’m sorry to ask this of you?—”
Giving her a brief, soft brush of the lips, I cuddled her closer, the causal indulgence in touch that I had while doing pet play still riding me. “It would be my pleasure, and really, it’s not a big deal at all.”
“I’m sorry,” she said again as guilt filled her emerald eyes. “I know I told you I had a big night planned for you, and I do, but I just need to rest a little first.”
“Mistress, you take all the time you need. I’m not with you just because I want to bust a nut?—”
“Charming,” she interrupted with a twist of her lips.
Stroking her temple, careful not to disturb her hair, I continued in a low voice, “I just like being with you, period. Talking, not talking, fucking, not fucking, it doesn’t matter to me.”
“How can you be at once so crude and yet so delightful?” she asked in a soft voice.
Shrugging, I sighed as she rested her cheek on my chest. “I guess I’m just blessed that way. Tell you what, I have a hot tub at my place. If it’s not too soon for you or whatever, we can go there. Or I can take you to the hot tubs here… though they might be occupied. I can check at the front desk if they have an empty room with a hot tub on the patio, or whatever you want.”
She sat up a little in my lap and kissed me. “Thank you, I’d love to use the hot tub at your house. Even if that does sound like the plot of a 1970s porno.”