Part 15 (1/2)
A light bulb went on in his head. ”Like a ma.s.sage.”
”Exactly! It will relax her while sending her flying.”
He thrust at the flogger at her. ”Show me.”
Bethany sighed, floating along in sub-s.p.a.ce. This is what she'd missed, she thought hazily. The release that came with giving in completely to her Sir. Every part of her was molten like slow moving lava. She needed to come, but could wait - especially if she continued to drift like this. She could barely hear Deacon and Jasmin talking. It wasn't until she heard Sir's sharp ”Show me” that she surfaced enough to realize that he was no longer standing in front of her while Mistress Jasmin once more picked up the flogger.
She blinked as the woman drew back her arm, her aim at Bethany's stomach. Panic tried to worm its way through her haze, but Deacon chose that moment to increase the speed of the Sybian. She cried out as every sensation that had been muted returned full force. She screamed, her body aching to come as the first blow landed. Instead of it hurting, it was a gentle, almost soothing feeling. She panted, her thighs shaking against the faster moving phallus.
”Sir...please, may I come!” She yanked on her wrists.
”Not yet, baby.” Deacon's hand disappeared between her legs. She flinched as he removed whatever it was that Mistress Jasmin had placed over her c.l.i.t. He held her open - vulnerable to the machine. ”Just a little bit more for me.”
”More...” She groaned harshly as each thrust brushed her c.l.i.t but not hard enough to send her over. She was going to go out of her mind.
Then Jasmin moved from her belly, to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The first sting of lash against the inside of her breast sent her over. She screamed, her body convulsing as a brutally hard o.r.g.a.s.m wracked her frame. Spots danced in front of her eyes as the pleasure refused to ebb, fed by the faster moving machine and the rough thumb her Sir was rubbing over her c.l.i.t. ”Sir!”
”f.u.c.k yeah. Come for me. Again, Bethany!” He flopped down on his stomach in front of her to seal his mouth over her c.l.i.t. She jerked as he sucked the nub into his mouth and worried it with the edge of his teeth.
”Oh my f.u.c.king G.o.d....you rotten, son of a b.i.t.c.h....no more....I can't....aw h.e.l.l...” She screamed out obscenities as grueling spasms of what should've been pleasure, but were so much more, tried to turn her inside out. And yet he still continued to eat at her - refusing to let her come down.
By the time it ended she was nothing more than a sobbing mess of woman. She didn't even protest when he draped her over his lap and shoved his erection deep inside her folds. Her p.u.s.s.y grasped him like a welcome intruder.
”f.u.c.k....so d.a.m.ned wet - making a mess of my leathers.” He speared his hands through her hair as he forced her to ride him in the same manner she'd rode the machine.
”I'm sorry, Sir.” She didn't know why she was apologizing, other than it felt like the right thing to do at the moment.
”You'll pay for it later.” He growled, wrapping his arms around her waist and forcing her into a faster rhythm. ”After you come again.”
”No....” She tried to protest, but her body wasn't her own. It was his, and it gladly obeyed it's Master's command. She shattered once more and gave into the darkness - knowing her Dom would keep her safe.
Jasmin smiled at Deacon as she handed him a bottle of water and a blanket. He took both wordlessly, wrapping the blanket around Bethany's trembling form, then coaxing her to take a few sips from the icy bottle.
”You did well, Deacon. I'm proud of you.”
He looked up and s.h.i.+fted Bethany closer to make room for his mentor to sit next to them on the couch. ”You are?”
She nodded, tucking a loose piece of Bethany's damp hair behind her ear. ”You fought your fear and won. In fact, both of you won.”
He sighed tipping his head down to rest on top of Bethany's. His free hand slipped under the blanket to cup their child. ”I can't believe we did this - that I could give her this without hurting her.”
Jasmin patted his leg. ”A woman's body is unbelievably resilient. Not that I'm saying you can play like this during the last month of her pregnancy.”
He rolled his shoulders. ”I'm still worried about going too far.”
She ruffled his hair. ”Don't be. Trust your instinct and Bethany's cues. They will tell you how far to push and when to back off.” She stood. ”And I'll always be around if you need me. Now if you don't mind, I need to go find a sub. I'm so d.a.m.ned wet I could mount a bedpost, and I saw a s.e.xy young thing who promised to give me untold pleasures if I let him.”
Deacon chuckled as the Domme disappeared into another part of the room.
Epilogue.
A year later ”You ready for this?” Deacon pressed a kiss against the back of her neck. ”Are you ready to submit to me, little one?”
A thrill raced up Bethany's spine. It'd been six months since she'd given birth to their son, Jason. And the first time they'd made it back to the club since her emergency C-section shortly before Christmas. With the imp coming early and the joint business endeavor that Deacon and Chet had embarked upon three months ago by attaching a complete karaoke bar with a dance floor to the existing Spurs and Chaps, Bethany and her Sir hadn't had a chance to visit the Cattail club since last Thanksgiving.
”Maybe.” She batted her eyes at him as she followed him across the parking lot to the Cattail Club.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her up against him. ”What do you mean maybe?” He gave a mock growl and rubbed his stubble across her sensitive neck.
She fought the giggle building in her throat. ”Perhaps, I should make you chase me, Sir.” More than anything she wanted her husband to go all dominant on her. And making him track her down was a surefire way to push his b.u.t.tons. Why? Because both she and her a.s.s had felt neglected - but not because Deacon was trying to hide his dominant like before. Nope this time it was just life in general. Her battle with anemia after the birth, the specialized care Jason needed for the first two months of his life, and now the bar's onsite construction meant most nights they'd tumbled into bed exhausted.
But now that she had her anemia under control, and Jason had grown enough to not need round the clock care, Jasmin had ordered Deacon to take Bethany out while she babysat her G.o.d-son.
”Bad girl.” He swatted her a.s.s. ”I ought to take your conniving little a.s.s home.”
”No, please don't.” She begged. She wasn't worried he follow through with the threat. Not in least bit. Both of them needed a night of fun free s.e.x and domination while little Jason spent quality time with Jasmin. The older Domme had no children of her own, so she doted on the infant and spent as much time with him as she could. ”Besides Mistress Jasmin said if we came home before midnight, she would personally take a crop to your a.s.s, Sir.” She licked her lower lip. ”And not that I wouldn't like to see stripes on your a.s.s for once...” She ran her hand over his leather-clad buns...”I would much rather be the one wearing them.”
He arched his brow at her. ”Would you now?”
She nodded, her blond ponytail bobbing. ”Yes, Sir. It's been too long since we've done more than sneak a few hours in the playroom at home.” She slipped her hand around the front and daringly ran her hand over the thick length of him.
He caught her wrist, his gaze adopting that familiar cold feel to it. She s.h.i.+vered in antic.i.p.ation. G.o.d she loved when he went dominant on her.
”Did I say you could play with me?”
She shook her head. ”No, Sir.”
”And what's the punishment for touching without permission, Bethany?” He gave a pointed look at the spot in front of him.
”Being forced to suck your c.o.c.k, Sir.” Her nipple tightened under the simple halter-top she wore. With no bra to hide the tight peaks she was certain he knew exactly how much the idea aroused her.
”Then what are you waiting for?”
She glanced around the lot - spring had finally come, but it was still a bit on the cool side with the temps hovering around thirty-eight to forty degrees during the height of the day and plummeting below freezing at night. Did he honestly want her to suck him off here? ”But what if someone comes, Sir?”