Page 65 of Monarch
“I want you, Roos,” I say immediately, easily.
“Then let’s give xem a show,” Roos says, and all my previous thoughts go out the window.
Up until now, I’ve seen and felt Lex’s proximity like a threat, a bad thing. But what if it was something else? What if Roos and I took control? What ifweare the threat?
“We can stop anytime you want. We can finish this in a private room. But I want xem to see us like this. I want Lex to know we don’t need xem.”
“We don’t need xem,” I repeat. It’s all I can say because the vibe is exactly where I want it, and my whole body is melting. Melting back into that clear-headed state where nothing else matters. Not even Lex matters.
“So do it, my perfect slut,” Roos says. “Show Lex just how much you don’t need xem.”
“I don’t need xem,” I mumble. It’s a mantra at this point.
“No, you don’t, but what do you need?” Roos takes the vibe off my clit.
I cry out. “You!” I gasp. “Please, Roos, please. I need to come.”
My whimpering continues as Roos puts the vibe back on my clit, and then my face is pinched in her fingers and twisted so she can kiss me. And it is her kissing me that takes me to the edge. I’m so far gone, so swept away in what’s happening to my body, and what’s happening in my mind –fuck Lex, fuck you, Lex! Look at me! Look at us, without you!– that I can barely control my lips, my teeth, my tongue as I brace myself for my climax. But Roos doesn’t seem to mind. She doesn’t care as she keeps her mouth on mine and holds the vibe on top of my clit.
“You take it so well,” she breaks away to tell me. “My perfect little slut.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant. “Fuck, yes.”
“You.” She taps the vibrator on me between each word. “Are. Mine. Never. Forget. It.”
And that’s what I need. That affirmation. Those very real words of hope and the future.
I crumble into my orgasm with a devastating sob, my body shaking and my eyes squeezed closed. Roos’ lips and teeth are on my neck, and the vibe doesn’t move as each wave of pleasure consumes my whole body, from my hair follicles to my toenails.
Roos keeps the vibe there until I’m crying in earnest, trying to shift my body away from the vibration. It’s too much. It’s too much. It’s all too much.
For a second, I think she’s going to push me into another orgasm, and I’m not sure I’ll live through it. But then the vibrator is gone, and hands are on the cuffs at my wrists, and I’m free. I can move. Less than a minute later, my ankles are also free. Someone hands me a robe that is soft and smells like clean laundry, and it’s wrapped around me in a way that reminds me of the warm towels my mum would wrap me up in after a bath. I close my eyes and lean against the body that is suddenly next to mine. It’s when I inhale the floral scents of peonies and lavender that I know it’s Roos and I know I’m safe.
I’m safe.
I could even be home.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lex
It’s only when Roos and Mari disappear from view that I feel I can breathe again.
I’m almost winded with the effort of filling and emptying my lungs, and it takes a minute or two for my body to find a rhythm again, to devote a little bit of attention to my other basic functions, rather than flooding my cunt with all my blood and all my energy. But even that is a lie, because it’s not just lust that has me feeling like I could crawl out of my skin in this moment. There are also vibrations inside my chest, in my heart, and my head…my head is an unforgiving mess of thoughts and ideas and confusion and clarity. I’m certainly not in a position to think clearly, which is why, when I hear Mother Maria call out for more volunteers to take to the stage, I push out of my chair and away from the table I was occupying alone at the back of the room.
It’s not until I’m only a few metres from the stage that I realise I’m going to walk past Mari and Roos. Our paths are literally going to cross as they leave their scene and I enter mine.
It takes everything I have and all that I am not to look into either of their eyes as I approach them. They’re huddled together, talking, just to the side of the stage. Out of the corner of my eye, Mari’s head lifts, and they notice me first. I’m aware of Roos’ stare on me too – I can feel it; I’ve always been able to feel her sea-coloured eyes – as I pass them by, my own gaze fixed on the stage. Because if I look at them, either of them, I’m afraid I’ll fall to my knees at their feet. I’m afraid I’ll start begging them to take me with them, wherever they’regoing, whatever they’re going to do next. I’m afraid I’ll crack open and they’ll see all of me, all the things I have kept hidden all these years.
This is precisely why I’m heading to the stage. I need to regain control. I need to prove to myself that I’m not that weak and lost creature who begs. I need to remind myself how far I’ve come.
I don’t expect Mari and Roos to stay. In fact, I expect my presence on the stage to decide that they’ll leave for an aftercare room or maybe another playroom, but it would be a lie to say a small part of me doesn’t hope that they both stay. That they both stay and watch just how in control I am.
“Well, hello, Lex,” Mother Maria greets me. She’s in head-to-toe black leather as always, and her hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, doing nothing to soften her features. Tonight’s cane is decorated with small silver spikes, and for a moment, I wonder what it would feel like being rolled down my back or up the rear of my thigh. How much would it hurt if she hit me with it? What kind of a pattern would it leave behind on my skin?
“Mother Maria.” I nod at her. We may be fellow Dominants, but even I concede power to this woman.
“Long time, no play,” she continues. Her smile is crafty, like all her smiles are, but there’s genuine warmth in her voice. “What can I do for you, Lex?”
