Page 10 of Secret Submission

He couldn’t respond because as soon as she asked the question, she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, pulling on it, her hand moving up and down on his cock. He lost control of his voice. All of his focus was on his tightening balls because he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to come or not.

As if she knew, she released his earlobe just long enough to whisper:

“Come for me, good boy.”

Fuck.

The effect was instantaneous. Even before she sucked his earlobe back into her mouth, his cum was spurting out, arching high and splashing across the table onto his hands. Her hand kept moving, milking his cock as droplets of cum slid down, lubricating his shaft and intensifying his pleasure.

It felt like his toes were curling in his shoes, like every particle of his being had centered in his groin and was pouring out of him.

The most intense orgasm of his life, and it had just happened in her hand.

Connor panted for breath as Mistress Julie nipped his ear again before pulling away and picking up a napkin to clean off her hand. Breathing hard, Connor stared straight ahead, almost afraid to look at her. He wasn’t sure if he had just embarrassed himself or not.

He felt like he should be embarrassed, but on the other hand, she’d called him a good boy.

I’m a good boy.

So, maybe he didn’t need to be embarrassed at all.

The music crashed in a final tumult, then the lights on the stage went out, but only for a moment before coming back up to a brightness where some helpers could come out to assist Patrick in getting Lexie down. The two of them disappeared off stage with the helpers, Lexie still mostly bound in rope.

“Would you like me to clean you, or would you prefer to clean yourself?” Mistress Julie asked, bringing his focus back to their booth.

“Myself,” he said, then immediately regretted it. Sort of. He knew he would feel awkward having her clean him off, but part of him wished she would. It was too late, though. She was already handing a new napkin over, and there was no way he was going to change his answer and ask her to do it now.

She stroked his hair while he did it, which made it better. He tucked himself back into his pants, blushing furiously as he did so. By the time they were done, the stage was cleared, and dim lights had come on throughout the booths. Many of them had emptied, their occupants having moved to the hotel rooms in the back hall.

There were a few others still present in their booths, either finishing their own pleasure or just talking. Those who had their sheers drawn were obscured from view, which reassured him that he and Mistress Julie still were, too.

“So,” she said, putting her hand on his thigh again. This time, it felt reassuring rather than sexual. “We should talk about what comes next.”

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Julie

Damn, that had been… intense. Far more so than she’d expected it to be. She was doing her best to keep her head on straight, even though her body and hormones were humming. Keeping her guard up usually wasn’t that difficult, but right now, she was desperately trying to shore up her walls. She hadn’t been sure if Connor would be able to truly let go, but he had and in spectacular fashion.

Did she want more with him?

Absolutely.

Did she think it was a good idea?

She wasn’t sure.

A lot depended on how he reacted. Whether or not he could deal with submitting rather than being the one in charge. Just because he was submissive didn’t mean he’d be ready to submit. Letting go like that could be scary. It put him in a very vulnerable position. One he might not want to stay in.

The fact he’d jumped right to taking care of himself at the end of the scene indicated he might already be trying to regain control over the situation. It could mean something, or it could mean nothing.

Don’t jump to conclusions.

He might not want me.

But she wanted him to still want her.

Since he was still staring silently at her, rather than stammering or trying to excuse himself, she took the lead.

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