“The infamous silicone spoon, pet. Let’s see how much you like it.”
The vibrator clicked into a higher speed.
He fucked her hard and fast with it, each stroke earning her another hit with the spoon until reality upended yet again. She let out a loud, long cry when the climax exploded through her. She fucked herself back against the pleasure and the pain until he delivered a crescendo of strokes inside and out before the spoon disappeared.
Leaving only the vibrator in her pussy on high.
She felt him stand behind the bench, the denim of his jeans rough against her sore ass, his hip pressed between her thighs and holding the vibrator inside her. His fingers sunk into her hips just below where the rope had her immobilized. “Fuck it, pet. Fuck that cock.”
She frantically rocked herself against it and him, his hands helping her, pulling her, the toy bottoming out at the bottom of each stroke and making her scream in pleasure as one more orgasm took her breath away until she lay shuddering on the bench, all strength gone.
His body disappeared. Then the vibrator was gently removed from her, and she heard it shut off.
He pulled the skirt of her dress down over her ass and moved to her head where she still sobbed, unable to process anything.
He kissed her forehead. “Color, pet,” he whispered in her ear.
“Green, Sir.”
His lips pressed against her forehead again, lingering for several long, tender seconds. “Such a good girl. You made me very proud.”
This brought a new round of tears she couldn’t and didn’t want to understand. She lay there while he quickly worked to untie her. She felt him drape a light throw over her. “Don’t move yet, pet.”
Not that she could if she’d wanted to.
He disappeared for only a moment before returning again. His arms enveloped her, helping her stand, then scooping her up, blanket and all, when her knees gave out.
“I’ll get the bench for you, Tony,” she heard Leah softly say somewhere to their left. “You take care of her.”
“Thanks.”
He carried her, still blindfolded, through the play space. She draped her arms around his neck and kept her face buried against his chest. He smelled warm and musky, no cologne, just laundry detergent and soap and shampoo.
She felt him turn and sit and realized he’d carried her over to the couches.
“It’s all right, pet,” he whispered against the top of her head. “We have plenty of time. Take as long as you need.”
Curled in the safety and warmth of his embrace, she cried.
Tony closed his eyes and kept his cheek pressed against the top of her head. Jesus, please don’t let me have gone too far!
She’d have some nice marks. Already, angry red welts and bruises from the crop and cane striped her ass and thighs. And the silicone spoon was guaranteed to leave her with deep-tissue bruising she’d feel for days.
Some submissives didn’t like marks. Some craved them. She’d have to tell him her preference on the back end of this, once she’d recovered. Although he had been careful not to mark her anywhere it would be readily visible, unless she had some bruising from where her wrists had pulled against the leather cuffs.
The crying didn’t shock or surprise him. It wasn’t an uncommon reaction from some people. In fact, some submissives used scenes to induce cathartic crying they normally couldn’t achieve any other way.
Eyes closed, he listened to the sounds of the dungeon around them. People talking, the music, the sounds of other scenes underway.
All he cared about was currently nestled in his arms, her tears turning to soft sniffles.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had that much fun in a scene. If they’d been at home in his private playroom he would have used a strap-on to fuck her while using another vibrator pressed against her clit.
I hope she gives me another chance to do just that.
He also hoped she turned out to be a submissive who liked marks. He could have easily kept her flying all night, balancing her on that fine razor’s edge between pleasure and pain.
He let his mind wander, about how nice it would be to sink his cock into her while she was tied to a bench, or to let her have her aftercare while sucking on his cock.
Stop it, Daniels. That’s way too far, way too fast.
She eventually quieted in his arms. “Ready for the blindfold to come off, pet?”
She nodded.
He didn’t correct her over not speaking. He suspected she was still deep in subspace. With one hand he carefully unbuckled it and watched as she slowly blinked against the light.
Her hazel eyes slowly focused on his as he stared down into her face. The urge to lean in and kiss her was great.
She looked vulnerable, sated.
Beautiful.
“How’s my pet?” he softly asked.
She slowly blinked and nodded a little.
He smiled. Yep, she was definitely still deeply out of it. “Good?”
She nodded a little, then closed her eyes and snuggled against him again.
He rested his chin on top of her head and breathed in deeply. She smelled like floral shampoo and sex, with just a hint of leather from the collar and cuffs she still wore.
I could get used to that scent.
He almost didn’t hear her when she finally spoke. “How long did we play?”
“Thirty, maybe forty minutes.”
“Okay.”
He stifled a chuckle. She sounded like a sleepy little girl with a full tummy.
I could get used to that sound.
She felt like a deep-sea diver slowly making her way to the surface. Eventually, the sounds of the dungeon finally penetrated her cocoon and she opened her eyes again and looked around. It felt like she’d been gone for hours, but around them not much had changed from when he’d blindfolded her, except different people now occupied play equipment.
When she looked up at him again, his green eyes searched her face. “How we doing, pet?”
“Green, Sir,” she said.
The corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. “Feeling okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” Except that I don’t want to leave your arms.
She couldn’t remember ever feeling so safe and secure, so cared for.
Protected.
“You feel ready to sit up so I can go get you a bottle of water?”
She wanted to say no, to stay curled up there forever, but she pulled the throw around her and nodded.
He helped her sit up and waited until she was settled again to get up and retrieve two bottles of water from a cooler by the buffet table. She didn’t take her eyes off him the entire time, longing for the solid warmth of his body to once again anchor her to reality.
Already the experience felt hazy in some ways, like a fading dream. She suspected she’d feel it in her ass in the morning, but for now all the sensations had blended together into a delicious warmth encompassing her entire backside and pussy.
He returned to sit beside her and handed her one of the bottles after opening it for her. She didn’t think she was thirsty until she drained half the bottle in just a few swallows.
He draped an arm around her. “Better?”
She nestled against his side. “Yes, Sir.”
“I think Tilly, Loren, and Leah are dying to come over and check on you.”
“Why don’t they?”
He laughed. “They know the way things work. You don’t harsh someone’s subspace buzz. I’ll wave them over when you’re ready to receive visitors.”