Page 28 of Stripping the Sub
“You are,” she said, with a breathy little sigh of disappointment. A sad subbie who’d already realized she wasn’t going to get laid. Michael’s lips twitched in amusement.
“Good girl,” he said, and slapped her pussy again as a reward.
Ellie arched against his hand, moaning, and she cried out as he pushed his fingers into her tight hole. Her hips moved, working up and down, her body undulating, and Michael grinned as he realized she was putting on a little bit of a show for his benefit.
Trying to tempt him.
Naughty subbie. But adorable.
Pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy with his right hand, trying to ignore his aching cock as her wet muscles shuddered around his fingers, he reached up with his left to play with her breasts. Now, her writhing became more real as he reignited the torment from her whipping, his fingers roughly handling her soft flesh, kneading and squeezing.
His own breathing became ragged as he fucked her with his fingers, watching her move, memorizing her reactions, all the better to jerk off to his memories later.
“Oh fuck… Michael… oh… oh fuck… Fuck… Michael!” She screamed his name as she came again, and he nearly came in his pants as her pussy squeezed his fingers, the muscles spasming as she climaxed.
Thrusting hard and fast, he pinched her nipples, tugging the sensitive buds, watching her writhe as agony and ecstasy collided. Sadistically, he ground the heel of his palm against her clit, tormenting the already tortured nubbin even as he drew out her pleasure.
He wrung every last bit of pleasure he could get from her before he finally slid his fingers from her sopping, quivering body. It was the best kind of satisfaction he could get from this scene.
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Feeling completely boneless, Ellie lay limply as Michael cleaned around her, her mind foggy and slow. She couldn’t say how long it took him, but one minute he was sliding his fingers from her, praising and stroking her, then she was all hazy, and he was picking her up and carrying her out to the aftercare corner of the Dungeon.She knewhe’d taken care of the room and her clothes and everything, but she didn’t really remember him doing it because she was so out of it. Nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, she inhaled deeply as he wrapped a blanket around her and settled her onto his lap.
He smelled good.
Even though she was muzzy, she knew this kind of reaction wasn’t like her. She normally didn’t let down her guard enough to be so complacent… but she’d known Michael would want to do aftercare, and so she’d just kind of let herself go when the scene was over.
Let herself float.
Let herself just enjoy.
It felt nice.
Although, the hard cock digging into the soft flesh of her ass reminded her of a bone she had to pick with him.
“Why wouldn’t you fuck me?” she asked, lolling her head back on his shoulder.
The question came out more curious than anything, with just a hint of pout.
Stroking her hair, his fingers gently running through any knots, Michael thought over her question for a moment. She really did like him playing with her hair. It felt so good, in a completely vanilla way. Maybe she should have been more specific about her hard limits years ago. Or maybe it was just okay because it was Michael.
“I’m not ready to yet,” he said finally. Which really wasn’t an answer at all. Ellie narrowed her eyes at him.
“Why not?”
“Because if I have sex with you, I don’t think I’m going to want to let you go afterwards, and I don’t thinkyou’reready for that.” He added a rueful smile to his statement, to take some of the seriousness out of it, but Ellie’s eyes still went wide and her jaw snapped shut.
Cuz, okay, maybe she wasn’t ready. Her little freakout just from having his arm around her had proven she wasn’t.
But… but she wanted to be ready. At least, she wanted to try. She’d never wanted to try before, but Michael made her want to try.
The way he was with her made her want to try. Not just when they were in a scene, but outside of the scenes too. She’d pushed him away for a really long time, maybe it was time for her to put herself out there a little. Push past her comfort zone a little more. Even more than just scheduling a new scene with each other every time they saw each other.
“Maybe we could have a club relationship,” she heard herself saying. And then she froze, her heart pounding, not sure if she wanted him to take her up on it or not.
His expression was thoughtful, but otherwise blank as he studied her expression. Probably seeing all sorts of things she didn’t want him to. Reading all sorts of things into her reaction she’d rather remain hidden. Summoning up some bravado, Ellie forced herself to relax, pretending she was totally at ease with what she’d just suggested.
Pretending she was totally fine with the idea of something she’d avoided ever since joining Stronghold.
