Page 66 of Dominant

Chapter 17

Owned

Jordan

We circulated for a while, watching the activities. Around the tables and pillars, the initiates were being roughly used and occasionally had to be swapped out by the House Mother. Elsewhere, we saw pairs and groups of people making their way up the stairs into the private play rooms, or downstairs into the extensive dungeon we’d had set up that afternoon. As the night got late, I felt myself getting drowsy - the busyness of the last few days catching up to me.

“It’s getting late,” said Alexander, watching me observantly. “Let’s make our exit.”

“Yes, Master,” I said with relief.

We walked across the room towards Mark, who was standing in conversation with Sir Darkness.

“We’re leaving,” Alexander said, leaning in to be heard over the general noise. He shook hands with Sir Darkness.

“Good night,” said Mark, giving me a wink that caused a warm flush to pass over my skin.

I followed my Master up the staircase to the fourth floor, where our personal accommodations had been established. A large, private bedroom all our own. Alexander had suggested I could move out of Stephanie’s apartment and stay in the chateau full-time, but I wanted to be closer to the office. For now, it was a home away from home - the personal domain of the House Master and his submissive.

Inside, a king-sized, four poster bed was lavishly piled high with white pillows and beddings. Opposite, two cozy armchairs framed a large bay window. Alexander handed me the end of my own leash and took off his jacket and removed his tie. Although the evening had been a celebration of sex, we had only been hosting, on our feet and keeping an eye on things all night. Alexander hadn’t so much as loosened his tie, and as for me - even though I’d been completely naked all night, the club members had only spoken to me with the utmost of respect, as the collar was a sign that I was taken.

Crossing the room, Alexander sat down in one of the chairs and motioned me to approach. “Come here and sit on my lap.”

I sat down against him, feeling the warmth of his body, and the hard, solid planes of his chest and shoulders, and somehow I felt both relief and excitement at the same time. I’d been craving his touch all night.

He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck.

“I was proud to show you off tonight,” he murmured. “My beautiful, perfect submissive slave. The most unthinkably sexy woman there.”

I sighed against him, feeling my body thrum with his touch. He ran his hands up over my stomach, cupping my breasts and kissing the back of my neck.

“You’ve done everything I’ve asked you to. Again and again, you’ve proven your loyalty and your trust. You know how much it turns me on to have your complete submission.” He kissed the back of my neck, the soft touch of his breath giving me goosebumps. I lifted my hair up and arched my back against him, stretching into his touch. “Do you know how much I’ve been aching for you since I watched you with those men this afternoon?” he murmured, deep and low.

I had some idea. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me through his pants.

“Please let me serve you,” I murmured. “You’ve been so good to me, giving me everything I’ve ever wanted, let me do something for you.”

He grabbed my hair out of my hand, pulling it back so that I had to tilt my head up, and then wrapped one firm, strong hand around my throat.

“You liked that today, when I gave you away to two strangers, didn’t you?” he asked me.

“Yes, Master,” I breathed.

“I could tell, since both of them made you come,” he sounded pleased. “Good slut. All I’ve ever wanted was a good girl like you to satisfy my needs.”

I squirmed against him, remembering my afternoon with Carlos and Brody - Carlos’s thick, heavy cock, and the way he held me while Brody fucked me. Heat ran through me at the memory, making my pussy swell.

Alexander let go of my hair. “Get down on your knees and take my cock out,” he instructed me. “I want to feel your mouth.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, turning around and lowering myself before him. I undid his pants. His cock was hard and ready. The perfect cock, just like him, long and thick and sensitive. I took him in my mouth, sucking him in deep and he exhaled with a shudder.

“Tell me you worship this cock,” he said, pulling my hair back again with one hand and lifting his cock out of my mouth with the other.

“I worship your cock, Master,” I said sincerely. “It’s perfect. Please let me suck it.”

He bit his lip, half-smiling, and lightly smacked the side of my face with his dick before feeding it to me again, moaning as I took him in deep.

“You’re the best little slut I’ve ever had,” he groaned. “Fuck, you make me so hard.” He raised his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth and exhaled loudly again. His pleasure was palpable, and I loved seeing my Master like this - letting his guard down with me, indulging himself.

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