Page 27 of Secret Submission

Before tonight, Connor wouldn’t have said he enjoyed pain that much. During the classes, he’d liked the flogger and the crop, while he’d tolerated the belt, the paddle, the whips, and the cane. None of the latter had been a turn-on. He hadn’t had much use for sensation play.

Now, he was wondering if his disinterest had been because of his lack of interest in the person causing the sensations… and conversely, his current interest was because it was Mistress Julie touching him. Tugging on him. Squeezing his balls.

He groaned again, thrusting his hips up through the tight grip of her fingers, yet also trying to keep from moving too much because he didn’t want to accidentally tip her off his thighs. The curve of her bottom rested on his legs, her knees pressed against the outside of his thighs, and if he moved too much, he might trap her hand between his legs or even send her tumbling.

Since he wanted a reward and not a punishment, he was determined to do neither.

Fuck, he wished he was tied up. Gripping the sheets to keep himself still was getting harder and harder.

As if she heard his thought, Mistress Julie released his balls—and sadly, his cock as well.

“Arms above your head, Connor.” She smiled as he let out a sigh of relief. Being cuffed to the bed would be so much easier than trying not to touch her on his own.

Of course, he hadn’t considered exactly how torturous the process would be.

Mistress Julie didn’t move off him or to the side. Instead, she moved over him—breasts hanging down in front of his face, pussy hovering over his body—but she’d told him not to touch her until directed.

No, she told me to keep my hands to myself unless she told me to touch her.

It was a semantics argument, but as her pert, dark pink nipple dangled in front of his lips, he wondered if it might be worth arguing. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips… then she shifted, dangling the other nipple in front of him. Leather closed around both of his wrists now, holding him in place, giving her full access to his body.

His cock felt like it was going to break off, it was so fucking hard.

Pressing his lips together, he breathed through his nose and closed his eyes. Maybe if he couldn’t see her breasts hovering right above him, he’d forget they were there… forget her nipple was right…

Something brushed against his lips, and he jerked his head back, eyes flying open.

Mistress Julie looked down at him with amusement, running her hands from the cuffs down his arms to his neck, then up to cup his face. Her fingers stroked the scruff on his cheeks, the sensation rippling through him. Even though she was no longer holding his dick and balls, he could still feel the strain, the tightness around them for some reason.

“You are… a very good boy,” she whispered before pressing her lips against his.

It was a sweet, hot kiss that deepened quickly, and suddenly, Connor really wished that his hands were free. His arms jerked, pulling at the restraints, wanting to wrap them around her, wanting to touch her. She tightened her thighs around his chest, her hair brushing against the inside of one of his arms as she kissed him.

His lower body was moving again, pushing up, his cock seeking her… but she was too far away. He groaned against her lips, and her tongue slid into his mouth, dancing with his. The wood of the bed creaked, his muscles flexing, and his desire to touch her grew with every second.

When she lifted her lips from his, he was panting from the strain, from the need coursing through him.

For a long moment, she studied his expression, her dark gaze fathomless, then she smiled again. Let go of his face. Put her hands against his chest and used that to leverage herself back and up, so that her pussy hovered above his cock.

“When was the last time you had sexual contact, Connor?” she asked.

“It’s been months, Ma’am,” he admitted. Though he’d scened, they’d all been platonic. He’d done an awful lot of cuddling, but his dick had become less and less interested post-scene as he hadn’t been getting what he truly wanted—needed. He knew why she was asking, though. “I was tested last month.”

Reaching down, she grasped his cock.

“For me, too, and I was tested this month. I’m on birth control.” She pumped her hand, and he shuddered, the wooden frame creaking again as he pulled at the cuffs. “We can still use a condom.” Raising one eyebrow at him, she waited for his answer, giving his dick a little squeeze.

“I’m good without if you are, Ma’am.” Connor completely trusted her. If she wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, then he wasn’t worried about her getting pregnant.

And, hell, if she did anyway, they’d make it work. He’d make sure of it.

A slow smile spread across her face.

“Then I very much think I’d like to feel you inside me.” Mistress Julie pressed the tip of his dick against her pussy, moving the head back and forth to slicken it with her arousal. The hot, wet touch of her body made him whimper, his hips trying to thrust up, but her grip was too strong, all of her weight pressing down on him to keep him in place.

Fuck.

Being at her mercy was the best and worst thing that had ever happened to him.

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