Page 5 of Disciplining Dana

He moved faster now, working her to that breakover point where she’d slip over the edge and fall into the orgasm her body craved. Her earlier anxiety was gone, and now… now Dana had no uncertainty about what she wanted.

She wanted to come.

“Please, God, please, sir! Please let me come, please let me come, pleaseletmecome!” The words spilled out of her, piling one atop the other.

“Then do it, Dana. Come.”

And she did.

Her body arched, and she screamed something that might’ve been his name, or maybe wasn’t. It didn’t matter; it was a drawn-out note of pure pleasure, a cry that told Kurt and everyone in the room exactly what she was feeling. Her pussy clamped on his fingers, and Kurt hooked them inside her, riding along with her on the wave of carnal bliss she was lost in.

“Good girl, good girl.”

Realization he was leaning over her once again, the words a warm caress at her ear, sent indulgence radiating through her. Her chest heaved as she came down off her orgasm, everything slowly coming back into focus as she calmed.

Kurt withdrew his fingers, and Dana keened at the loss. The cry elicited a chuckle, but he didn’t return to her swollen sex, instead pulling away from view.

“All done?” someone asked.

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Gotta admit, that was pretty fucking hot.” The voice came from somewhere close by and Dana now remembered it belonged to the dungeon monitor. “For your first time, you guys did incredible.”

“Thank you.” The pride in Kurt’s tone was unmistakable.

“Alright,” Master Eric said, “let’s get her down so you can get her to aftercare.”

Both men began to move around her, and Dana gave in to indolence as they worked to reverse the suspension. Soon, the dungeon monitor undid the last of the restraints, and Kurt scooped her up to carry her across the dungeon.

Her body was jelly, and as they moved, she lay cradled against him, relishing the flood of endorphins seeping through her. It wasn’t subspace, but… it was close enough. It was good. It had driven away the demons, even if only for a bit.

Dana kept her eyes closed as they wove their way through the dungeon, only opening them again as Kurt settled down onto a dark-brown leather couch, curling her into his lap.

“Better?” he murmured as she leaned into his chest, his suit jacket draped over her.

“Yes,” Dana whispered, and only part of it was a lie.

She closed her eyes as he gently stroked her hair, his other arm wrapped around her waist to keep her tight against him. The erotic sounds of people still at play—the crack of leather against skin, a cry that turned to a moan of carnal pleasure—became a muted background hum, and Dana let her mind drift, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he shifted subtly, but she opened her eyes and looked up, murmuring, “Mmm.”

“You okay?” he asked gently.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“What do you want to do now?”

Dana blinked. “Can you… can we go back to my place?”

“Of course,” he said with a nod. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

Kurt stood and pulled her up with him. After taking a moment to steady her on her feet, he motioned with his head toward the end of the couch where her clothing lay in a neat pile. Dana pulled them to her and began to dress.

“I’m going to get you some water.” Kurt turned and disappeared back into the club. By the time he returned, Dana had almost finished putting herself back together.

“Thank you,” she said when he handed her the bottle. After undoing the cap, she took several large gulps while he watched.

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