Page 114 of Enthrall Secrets
He rested his forehead against my thigh and panted in frustration.
“Up.”
He rose majestically.
We stepped out and I took my time drying him with one of the plush towels. I let him dry me, too, and he knew well enough to avoid eye contact and remain subservient. Stretching out the play was a punishment in itself, the sub tortured by restraint, his body thrumming with pleasure.
Removing the belt from his wrists, I coaxed him to lean forward and place his hands on the edge of the sink. Using that same belt, I whipped it across his buttocks until he was rocking forward and backward, moaning, pre-cum hinting at his imminent release, his moans and glazed expression proving he’d slipped into subspace.
“Harder,” he demanded. “You know I deserve it.”
Exulting in his response, I saw that familiar burning desire in his gaze. His breaths were short and sharp, and proving he could come like this was as much a thrill to me as it was to him, from the way he now and again reached between his legs to jerk-off, balancing with his left hand on the sink to steady his gait.
“Both hands back on the edge,” I demanded, pointing.
He complied with a groan of pleasure and I cupped his balls, playing with them.
“You choose my punishment then. Whatever you deem is appropriate.”
I tapped his cock. “Better.”
He shoved out his ass, offering it to me again, and I knew this call of a newbie sub, this secret desire that all men wanted to ask for but shied away from. After sucking on two fingers to wet them, I gave him what he wanted and slipped them all the way in through that tight puckered ass. His groan was loud and full of yearning.
With my left hand I reached for his cock and set about a rhythmic pace of finger fucking him and jerking him off at the same time. His eyes squeezed shut, jaw slack, hips pumping into my hand and then pushing back to force my fingers deeper.
“Come for me, Mr. Neilson.”
He yelled as his cum arched into the air, and I slowed the beat of my fingers to draw out his pleasure, his entire body shuddering, beads of sweat trailing down his spine.
Slipping my fingers out, I caressed his butt cheeks to show my approval.
He looked so adorably dazed, his eyes wide and blinking at me with surprise. “Scarlet, you can dominate me all day long if that’s my punishment.”
“Stand straight,” I snapped.
He straightened his back and placed his hands behind him. “Did I pass the test?” He studied my face, searching to see if he’d pleased me.
As I washed my hands beneath the faucet, I bumped him playfully with my hip. “Wait here.”
Returning to the bedroom, I set about uncorking a bottle of chilled Dom Perignon and poured us two crystal flutes of champagne. Carrying them back to the bathroom, I was pleased to find my sub posed just how I’d left him.
I lifted one of the glasses to his lips and let him have a sip. Then I set the glasses down.
Pulling myself up onto the edge of the sink, I spread my legs apart before him. Ethan’s gaze was locked on my sex and he looked spellbound, a lick of his lips proving he liked what he saw.
“Mistress?” A plea as his eyes slid down between my thighs.
Dipping my fingertip into one of the glasses, I let a drop of champagne drip over my clit. The sparkling bubbles felt delicious.
With an arched brow I gave Ethan permission to move.
He stepped forward and leaned low, his biceps flexing as he held himself there with his head between my thighs, lapping and sucking and moaning, his tongue searching and finding that delicate liquor. The purposeful sweep of his tongue felt amazing.
Reaching over for the glass, I poured the rest of the champagne over my sex for him and he lapped at it, his eyelids heavy, his panting now furious as he strove to obey - to please.
I reached right again and lifted one of the flutes, taking sip after sip of champagne as he continued to lap decadently at my clit, my erotic moans spurring him on. I savored the bubbles, and at the same time, luxuriated in the sensation of having tamed this fierce man.
“Does that taste nice, sub?”
