Not meeting my eyes, he traces his index finger across my shoulder blade and walks around me. His finger trails my back leaving goosebumps in its wake as his fingers settle on the remaining marks fromDavid’s impact play.
“What was done to you here?” James asks, lighter in tone but heavily laced in desire.
“David likes BDSM and impact play. He used his hands, a paddle and a cane.”
Dropping to his knees James runs his tongue along every remaining welt and bruise David left on my body. He takes his time savouring my healing lines of impact, up and down his tongue moves across my bottom and the top of my thighs. The strokes of his tongue feel delicious on my heating skin, liquid heat begins pooling between my legs. This is not how I envisaged our weekend of reconnecting to begin.
Pulling away from my impact lines, James presses a hand heavily on my lower back, so I bend over directly in front of him. Running his tongue along the seam of my backside he asks, “Who had you here and how many times?”
My words stumble in my fuzzy brain as I reach out my arms to the walls to steady myself. James continues to lap at my rosette, and I manage to mumble, “Blake took me there first when I was riding his partner Jake’s cock. Tom took me there when I thought he was hate fucking me to show me he didn’t approve of selling myself. Then Dr Jack did yesterday during our goodbye gangbang.”
James pulls away after I have answered the question to his satisfaction, he begins to stand and I straighten up to standing again, straight back again, like I’m under investigation.
James walks back around to my front, not looking into my eyes, he lowers them to my shaved pussy. Running his thumb across the impossibly small stubble he asks, “Who shaved you here?”
“Carl,” I reply, “Every morning.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes,” I breathe, “Every second was erotic, the care he took, the focus and dedication to shaving every inch of my folds had me near ready to explode by the end of each session.”
Sliding back to his knees he eyes the slight tears on my folds from the clamps that bit into them when they were stretched open and wide.
“What did they do to you here?” he asks, curious but still not looking up at me.
“David ordered Jake to clamp my pussy lips open, they were tied with twine to my thighs, so I was completely open and exposed.”
Bending his head, James takes one of my folds into his mouth and sucks gently, lapping his tongue against the skin before moving to the other one. Once he’s finished, he finds the bud I so desperately need him to touch, and he runs the flat of his tongue up once, making my whole body quiver.
“How many times did this pussy take a cock Rosie?”
I stand, mentally counting all the times I was taken in the past week and eventually get to my answer. “25,” I reply.
James laps again more focused on my throbbing bundle of nerves. I hold his head there as pleasure builds and builds but too soon he pulls away and begins to stand. Finally his eyes meet mine and they are hungry, his mouth is on mine, devouring me. His tongue is delving deep into my mouth, our teeth clash and his mouth opens wider as his hands circle my nape holding me so close, I cannot move from his breathless kiss. My mouth is filled with him, the taste of me on his tongue as it stokes hungrily against mine. Pulling away panting, he asks, griping my chin, “How many times was this mouth used?”
I try to remember but how can I forget, I just count the memories until I get to my answer. “7,” I reply and he’s on me again, sucking every breath from my lungs, eating my mouth and sucking out my soul. The kiss is all consuming and urgent,it makes my knees weak and my toes curl. I feel the length of his cock pressing hard against my navel and I ache for him to be inside of me. James nips at my lips before breaking us apart again.
“I have something for you. Something you have earned.”
I look into his eyes trying to read him and his remark. I raise an eyebrow questioningly but don’t say anything, I’m still breathless and yearning for him to tip me over the edge of the orgasm he’s been building.
James casually walks over to his brown leather overnight bag, unzips it and retrieves a box. Walking back over to me he opens the black leather box and I audibly gasp. Inside is a thick, black velvet choker. I’ve never seen anything like it before.
“You are to wear this choker as a collar whenever I say you are to submit to me,” James commands and my pussy flutters so violently, I nearly orgasm from his words alone. I know what this means, this means he’s going to step into his new, fully dominant role, which means I now have my own role to assume.
“I love it,” I gasp as I hold the gift box as he takes out the choker and fastens it around my neck. It has a gold buckle at the back and although it feels snug, it also fits me perfectly—just tight enough so I’m very aware it is there but loose enough to breathe easily and unrestrained. I raise my hands to feel it between my fingers, the material is sturdy but soft on the outside. James steps back to admire my new accessory. A grin turns up his lips in appreciation of the view.
“You look fucking stunning Rosie. Now you will submit to me whenever I place this collar around your neck, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathe in reply.
“Do you agree to be my submissive Rosie?”
“I agree James.”
“Your safe word is the same as Clarendon’s, what is it Rosie?”
“Neptune.”
