Page 21 of Enthrall Secrets
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“For you,” he said.
I hesitated, not moving.
He leaned closer to me and wrapped his hands around my waist, the warmth of his palms feeling welcome against my chilled skin. He turned me around to face the front, and my thoughts ran wild hoping I had what it took to please him. With my arms outstretched to steady me, I lowered myself onto the tip of his hard cock.
“You may,” he said.
I sank down onto him and he filled me, stretching me wide until I was completely impaled. I sucked in a loud breath.
This was too soon. We haven’t even left the airport…
No. This merging wasn’t soon enough, and to prove it to him my sex squeezed him tightly, adapting to his width.
“Very good.” He shifted to better position himself.
His approval made me giddy with happiness. I relaxed as he eased my legs apart, going slack against him, leaning back and feeling proud at how beautiful we must look to the dominatrix and her slave.
Monsieur Danton gripped my thighs. “No, Scarlet, nice and still.”
My short, sharp breaths rose above the thrum of the engine, my erotic pose a display of a new master accepting his submissive. He explored my breasts with his delicate hands, tweaking my beaded nipples. I forced myself to remain still as his fingers trailed down to my sex and pulled back my folds.
My clit ached to be touched.
The other submissive was led on her chain toward me. She knelt, poised between my thighs, her stare locked on my sex, so close she could easily see me stretched wide and twitching with pleasure around my master’s formidable cock.
Madame gave the chain a gentle tug forward and the submissive’s head came closer, her tongue reaching out, ready to pleasure me.
Rocking my hips forward, I tried to close the gap between us.
Danton tutted his disapproval.
I stilled.
His foreign words flowed like a dark poem, soothing me. I clenched him tighter with my sex and brought my arms behind my back to pose with my wrists together.
Waiting…
“Proceed, Solene,” ordered Danton.
I shuddered with pleasure as the tip of her tongue brushed along my clit, causing ripples of ecstasy so intense across my sensitive flesh that I clinched my thighs.
My master pulled them apart again.
Madame’s hands came down on my sex to ease apart the folds for Solene.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Solene muttered, and began lapping at my clit again.
“More tongue,” her mistress commanded.
The tension in my thighs made them shake. Danton’s ability to sit quietly while I squirmed and writhed was admirable. I was trying to obey and not ride him no matter how strong the urge, doing my best to prove I could pass this first test of obedience.
Solene continued lapping at my sex with exquisite passion, moaning as she suckled. My respect grew for her with each flick of her tongue as she coaxed me closer to climax.
The bliss I was feeling finally unlatched me from my control. I became a frenzied mess of need, thrusting my hips wildly towards Solene’s mouth as my clit begged for more.
My moans grew louder and I slapped my hand over my mouth to suppress a scream as I came, the intensity of the blinding orgasm snatching my breath away. Danton’s hands wrapped around my waist and his hips rose as I slammed down upon his cock. He allowed me to have all of him in a show of generosity.
