Page 121 of Enthrall Ecstasy
I continued to massage the sponge along her clit, circling until she hummed her pleasure, her eyelids fluttering. She bit her lip, hips rocking to ride the sensuous design of this perfect pressure, thighs shaking as she came.
I made sure she continued to come down from the extraordinary event at Imperial. The memory made me smile. She’d fallen for the ruse, and it had been intriguing to watch her limits being pushed.
It was up to me to reassure Rue that what she needed was normal. So, I again brought her to the height of bliss where she could remain in this reverie. Suspended at the height of her arousal, flicking her clit this time with my finger to ensure she remained on the precipice and then slowing to guide and control her release.
She trembled through another orgasm. “Again,” she whispered.
“I know,” I said. “Part your thighs a little more.”
It was the way she looked at me with gratitude, with longing, as though she felt just as connected to me as I did to her.
As the world slipped away, I allowed myself this quiet time, these moments away from my hectic schedule.
Taking care of her felt cathartic.
I could almost believe Rue was meant for me, that the gods had delivered this exquisite creature into my world to keep all the chaos and drama at bay.
Giving me time to worship her.
Rue’s eyelids fluttered and her rosy lips pouted, which I’d come to read as her tell of needing to come.
Her silent request for more.
This time, I caressed her breasts with the sponge and worked it roughly over her nipples—they were erect, her breasts swollen with desire.
Again, she climaxed with a shudder, her painted toenails curling, her sighs and gasps and moans echoing around us.
Finally, she settled down as though only now sated.
“Thank you for understanding,” she whispered, breathless.
“That’s what I do,” I told her. “Ensure your fulfillment.”
“You don’t mind me…?”
I gave her a crooked smile. “How can I? Making a beautiful woman come again and again…”
“It’s just that…I crave this…all the time.”
“I can see that.”
“It’s not a problem?”
“Not here, no. It’s a benefit. Soon you’ll undergo submissive training and—”
“I’m already trained.”
“You’re not Chrysalis-trained.”
Her frown deepened. “Will it be you?”
“I believe we’ve found you a master who is a suitable match.”
Water whooshed around her as she sprang up. “What do you mean?”
“We’ve found a Dom who will honor your predilections.”
“Not you?”
