Page 61 of The Dommes

If I come, I’ll feel so much better.

Except Ira is a Domme, and she’s got games to play. When she senses my moans, my shaking thighs, she kisses my navel and makes her way back up to my mouth. Sure enough, she kisses me, and I taste myself on her tongue.

I taste good.

“Stay spread.” A part of me hopes she’ll fuck me with the Avalon, like this, with my legs wide open on the edge of her bed. I’ll let her call me whatever she likes. “You like this?”

Her fingers aren’t the same, but fuck, I’ll take ‘em. “Yes, Mistress,” I whisper, one arm hooking around her strong shoulders as two of her fingers slip into me.

“You’re so warm tonight… and tight.” Her fingers curl within me. Twist. Search for something to bring me to the edge of orgasm. “You get wetter than any other woman, Katie.”

I don’t tell her, but this intimate moment alone is one of the greatest of my life. I wrap my hand around her wrist, gently, my eyes locking with hers. “Can I come? Please?”

“We’ll see.” Her movements slow. I don’t care. She’s still inside of me, and that’s all that matters right now. “I like it when you ask for things. You should be polite to me. The nicer you are, the more likely I am to give you what you want.”

Good to know.

“What do you want, Katie? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Ira’s fingers thrust into me. I gasp, eyes rolling into the back of my head. “All right.”

She fucks me.

Shit, I can’t describe it past that. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I don’t know why. My toes are curling over the side of her bed, her fingers filling me, twisting inside and stroking my tenderest spot. One arm is flung around her shoulders while the other holds me up on her bed. My breasts are popping out of my bra, Ira’s mouth finding them so quickly that I almost don’t see my nipple before it’s between her lips. The woman isn’t even touching my clit, and I feel like I could come.

“Please, Mistress. Please let me come.”

I don’t recognize my voice. Who is this quiet woman?

A groan against my breast has got me so unhinged that I release half my arousal all over her hand. Ira chuckles. “You like being fingered, my darling?”

My darling. “Uh-huh…”

She smacks the inside of my thigh before easily shoving her fingers back in. “Be polite.”

“Yes, Mistress…”

I’m losing consciousness. I want to come so badly that my hips thrust against her hand.

She pulls out.

“Now, now.” Ira wipes her wet hand all over my leg, my breasts. “I didn’t say you could do that. You need to wait for my command.”

Her lips suck my throat. I’m pushed down onto the bed, her on top of me, my legs flinging into the air.

Take it out, Ira. Fuck me.

Just as quickly as this begins, she rolls off and points to the pillow.

“Up there.”

My legs are shaking as I pull myself to the head of the bed. Ira walks around the edge, opening a drawer and pulling out what I’ve been wondering about for a while now.

Handcuffs. Black silk. I know what’s coming, but I’m denying it for my sanity.

Pink. I can say it. I keep that power locked within me.

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