ordered.
The leather snapped against my sensitive bud in a rapid, staccato rhythm, inexorably drawing pleasure from my body as the flashes of pain stoked white-hot ecstasy. It crested with shocking force, bliss shooting from my pulsing core to heat my entire body, from my clit to my toes and fingertips. My primal scream echoed throughout the dungeon as I let go completely, the heady sense of release heightening my pleasure to something transcendent. Chains rattled as I twisted and moaned, my orgasm rolling through me with a ruthless intensity that matched Dex’s unyielding dominance of my entire being.
Eventually, my orgasm faded away, but the soul-deep pleasure didn’t abate. I remained cocooned in warm bliss, nestled in its sweet embrace.
I was dimly aware of the cuffs loosening from my ankles and wrists, the tension of the chain releasing. Strong arms caught my boneless body as I sagged without the support. He lifted me up, cradling me against his hard chest. I pressed my cheek to his warmth and breathed in his rich, masculine scent: salt-kissed leather and something deeper I couldn’t quite identify.
Sweet, soothing words of praise floated down to me, the meaning clear even though I couldn’t quite focus on exactly what was being said.
I remained wrapped in warm, velvet darkness for a blissful eternity. After a long while, the blindfold was gently tugged free. Light seared across my closed lids, and I turned my face into his chest to block it out.
“Take a moment to adjust,” he said in that same smooth, comforting tone. The gentle order was impossible to refuse. I breathed deeply, lingering in the happy, floaty space I’d found at the center of my being.
“Open your eyes, Chloe,” he urged after a few quiet minutes. “It’s time to come back.”
I did as he commanded, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light that flooded my vision. After a few seconds, his face coalesced above me. His remarkable eyes were studying me with the same careful attention he’d shown since our scene began. He’d been fully focused on me the whole time, determined to see past my cool exterior and look into my soul. He’d been intent on earning my submission, and I’d surrendered.
Subspace. I’d actually hit subspace. I’d read about it and written about it often enough to recognize what I’d experienced. But no beautifully-crafted words could ever fully prepare me for the pure bliss of complete release.
“How are you feeling?” he asked kindly.
“I’m fine,” I answered quickly. Now that my brain was piecing itself back together, discomfiture tightened my chest. Dex was holding me, his strong arms wrapped around me. My ass was still bare, my skin molding to his warm leathers. And there was something hard pressing into my flesh. I gasped and squirmed when I registered that I was sitting on his erection. His arms tightened around me, holding me in place.
“You don’t seem fine,” he remarked with a frown.
“You have an erection!” I exclaimed. I hadn’t been in such close contact with any man’s cock in years. Not since Neil…
His frown deepened. “Of course I do. That was a fucking hot scene. Just because I got a hard-on doesn’t mean I’m going to fuck you. I’m not an animal. I do have self-control.”
I pressed against his chiseled chest, trying to shove away from him. I might as well have been fighting against a marble statue.
“Let me go,” I demanded as calmly as I could manage.
He hesitated for a few seconds. I glared at him, meeting his keenly assessing gaze with defiance. He might have slipped past my defenses before, but our scene was over, and I wouldn’t let him in again. Submitting had been a mistake.
“Now,” I bit out, imbuing the one word with as much power as I could muster.
He loosened his grip, and I pushed up off his lap, barely finding my balance on shaking knees. I felt wrung-out, weak. Vulnerable.
I turned away from him and went to grab up my skirt, stepping into it
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