Page 38 of Friends with Benefits (Club Risqué)

"Yes, Master Night," Trinity automatically replied to his directive, even while her mind floated on another plane.

She had a unique ability when it came to subspace, where her brain almost split itself in two. The bigger part soared in ecstasy, but some smaller part always remained aware of her need to please her Master. It didn't work with every Dom she scened with, but with those where her emotions were sufficiently involved, it always happened.

Those were the Doms whom she agreed to have intercourse with. Not that there had been many. It was like her body and her brain aligned to give the go ahead that she was safe, even though she was out of it, and her mind engaged on a basic level to ensure she still managed to serve her Master effectively.

With Christian, there had never been any doubt, but she felt a wave of pure euphoria that her subconscious hadn't let her down. She was far too vulnerable where he was concerned, so to get the reaction she expected from this scene somehow validated her conscious thoughts. Her body never lied.

Returning to face her, Christian disposed of the clover clamps, and Trinity howled as the blood surged back into her sensitive buds. Christian soothed the tortured tips, sucking first one and then the other into the depths of his hot mouth, suckling each pebble hard point until the burning eased.

Her pussy wept at the intensity of everything she was feeling and experiencing, both mentally and physically, and Trinity could feel the evidence of her desire coating her labia and dribbling down her thighs. Her core felt empty, clenching around nothing, and aching to be filled.

"Please, Master," she begged raggedly. "Please fuck me. I need you so badly!"

"No," Christian growled, but his voice sounded strained even to her own distracted ears.

"Please!" she wailed, plaintively elongating the word.

She was only partially satisfied when Christian dropped to his knees in front of her and licked up the seam of her pulsating sex. He sucked on her labia, licking up all her copious juices before latching on to her clit and suckling hard.

Trinity sobbed with relief, but she still begged for more. "I want your cock, Master Night. I need you to fuck me, please…please…please," she reiterated over and over between panting, sobbing breaths.

"Not tonight, little girl," Christian declared as he replaced his mouth with the inexorable pressure of his thumb as he swirled it around the stiff little nubbin of nerves.

"Now, come for me like a good girl," he commanded.

That one directive was all she needed. Trinity detonated with a force she hadn't felt in forever, her pussy clutching futilely and leaving her feeling empty even while the rest of her body soared in ecstasy.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Trinity threw herself on her bed the following day and lay there, spread across it diagonally, arms flung out to her side, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to life, the universe, and everything Christian Knightley.

Her body was still humming after their intense scene the evening before and Trinity wanted to crawl out of her skin, she was so damn horny.

The scene they had shared had been phenomenal. Truly, one of the most fulfilling of her entire life, but as she had feared, it left her even more conflicted about her feelings for Christian than she had been before.

She was in danger of falling all over again—if indeed, she had ever truly gotten over him the first time—and that wasn't something Trinity wanted. The whole idea had the future looming cold and lonely ahead of her.

The contract was all well and good, but it was finite. It had an expiry date that crept closer with each passing day.

All too soon, Christian would be gone from her life once again. And where would that leave her if she had been stupid enough to have fallen in love with him all over again?

Or did it make any difference? Her entire adult life seemed to have revolved around Christian. Right now, the years he’d been out of her life almost felt as if she’d just been treading water.

Trinity rubbed her hands across her face and rolled over on her bed, groaning out her frustration into the muffled softness of her feather duvet. She’d been horny enough before, and reliving the electrifying events of the previous evening had her even more worked up.

She briefly considered getting herself off, but she already knew with absolute certainty, it wouldn't help. It might bring a modicum of short-term relief, but what her body really craved was the delicious feeling of a hard, primed body pinning her to the bed while a thick cock filled her up and satisfied those hidden places in both her body and her soul, which nothing else could reach.

A knockon her door had her rolling onto her back with a scowl as she looked at the clock on her bedside cabinet. It was just shy of eleven am on a Sunday morning, the only day she could ever guarantee being off, since the club was closed.

It was her day to do nothing but veg out and she couldn't help wondering who would interrupt it. Her tummy gave a little lurch, which arrowed predictably down to her lady parts, when she wondered if it might be Christian.

Scrambling off the bed, she trotted to the door. Peering through the peephole, Trinity felt a wave of heat climb all the way from her chest to her face when she saw Micah standing there. Closing her eyes and trying to get her embarrassment under control, Trinity realised, guiltily, that she’d completely forgotten about their tryst agreement for today.

Her stomach lurched at the thought, but she couldn't just leave him standing outside in the outer hallway of her apartment building.

Taking a cleansing and hopefully steadying breath, Trinity opened the door and gave Micah a wobbly smile. "Hi," she said, trying for bright, but it came out as a hopelessly hoarse rasp.

"Hi back." Micah sauntered in, raising an eyebrow in query as he did so.

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