Page 44 of At Her Will

“The desire to worship and devour, to elevate and possess. They’re not inconsistent desires.”

“Your voice…it’s gotten deeper, throatier. I like it. Like it’s that way just for me.”

“Yes,” she said. “It’s the energy you’re willingly letting me touch and share. Take for my own.”

When she did this in the club, channeling elemental energy, she let it take over her voice, her body, and guide her down the right path. Plenty of nights she didn’t go this deep, though. It was more of a meditative exercise at the beginning, to get her in the right mindset to play. When she flogged her sub’s handsome shoulders, his tight ass, that energy spiral tightened into an arrow she directed toward his need to release, even as she immersed herself in the visceral pleasure of making him fight to hold back, for her.

But this was her home, her hearth, and she wanted more from Rev. There was a danger of wanting too much from a sub, especially one that answered the darker needs, the yearningemptiness, the disappointments and pain of betrayed and confused relationships. There was also the right path to take past that quagmire, letting the energy heal it, not letting it take over in the wrong ways and taint it.

She pulled her breath into her heart chakra, and leaned toward him. As she let the breath out, she caressed his chest and the base of his throat with that heart energy. She gave it light and color, watching it drift like a mist into the intimate pockets of his collar bones and float over the curve of his shoulder. The terrain of his body was like a planet, like the moon, a new universe and yet home, all at the same time.

The quiver of response told her he felt the impact of the breath energy. His cock was getting ever harder, thicker. She wanted to touch and taste the meat of him, the glistening fluid at the tip, tease the slit, grip and work him. She wanted to lay him on her floor, arms outstretched, legs together, his pelvis the center of him, rising and responding to her touch.

“Let’s see how well you’ve done your homework. Without opening your eyes, can you recall my face, Rev? Every detail.”

She moved so her hip was against his upper thigh, her hand on his biceps. She felt the energy rush of his reaction as he realized she’d removed all her clothes. Her bare skin brushed his as her breath rippled over his shoulder, cheek almost touching it. While she leaned into the solid support of his body, she laid her head there and looked at the fire. He steadied himself to support her.

“I been doing that since you showed up at the school,” he said. “Each time I see you, I look some more, because when we apart, I want to call it up in my head, strong enough it’s like you there with me.”

“I do that, too.”

“You do?”

“You sound surprised I’ve been thinking of you as much as you’ve been thinking of me.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Humor mixed with desire in his voice. “You couldn’t do all those complicated things you do if you was thinking of me that much. Easier for me when I cleaning up after the kids or keeping things fixed.”

“I’m a very good multi-tasker. Just ask my boss.”

She lifted her head to lay a finger on his beautiful mouth, stroking the cushion of his lips. “Sing for me, Rev. No words. Just whatever music is in your heart. Keep doing it until I say stop.”

She laid her head back on his shoulder and waited as he sent the command wherever it needed to go to respond as she wanted. When it came, the notes were slow and powerful, like drums calling others from their homes to dance in the darkness, risk whatever was there, because it was too sensual to resist.

It was a different sound from what she’d heard from him before. As he continued to stand as she’d ordered, feet shoulder width apart, hands at his sides, twitching with the desire to touch, she drew back so she could take her fingers on a journey down his chest, scrape his nipples with her nails. A zigzag motion over the stomach muscles took her even lower.

The notes went up, down, erratic, as she circled his cock. When she dropped to a knee, flattening her palms on his thighs, she bathed his shaft in that caressing, heart-energy-filled breath. There was also a good mix of sexual energy she pulled from the base of her spine.

He shuddered. With his eyes shut, the notes would spin in the darkness in his head, getting wilder and less predictable. The deepness of his voice became a growl, a call to mate.

She touched her tongue to the tip of his cock, rolled it around the ridge of the head. She closed her whole mouth over it, sliding halfway down, as much as she could take without pushing himinto her throat. As she came back up, she did it slow, tasting and experiencing that part of him, the strength and power of it.

Yoni and lingam. Lingam was a good word. It made her think oflinger, and she liked lingering on this part of him while she tracked his reactions. She gripped his buttocks, the muscles flexing as she drew him deeper. When she increased her hold, it was a non-verbal cue to tell him to remain still, to not push into her mouth, no matter how much the animal need in him wanted that.

She liked feeling his struggle to obey, to rein back his primal need to prove his power and strength. She could command it, call it to her, but a part of him would want her to know it could overwhelm her. Which only increased the dangerous pleasure in testing it.

She intensified her sucking and stroking, and released one buttock so she could cup his balls, roll them in her palm, squeeze them. His song was changing, the drum-like notes punctuated by the passion behind them. Like men dancing around a fire, crouching low, brandishing their spears at the flames as they shouted out short, sharp notes that matched the thrusts.

She slid her mouth off of him and rose. As she straddled his cock, gripping him between her thighs, she rubbed her wetness over him. A breathless oath broke through the wordless song before it stumbled forward again. She laid her hands on his chest, lifting onto her toes to put her mouth on his and take the song inside her, a vibration of notes.

The power of the contact escalated what was already spiraling around them. She held his neck so she could draw him into her mouth and play with his tongue. That growl was back, his violent need. His hands were still at his sides, but he wanted to use them so much it made her dizzy with anticipation.

She drew back, biting his lip. He had his eyes screwed shut, showing her how difficult it was to keep them that way.

“Lie down, Rev.”

She had her hand on his shoulder and, as he went down, that touch slid to his arm. He captured her fingers, impulsively bringing them to his mouth when he paused on one knee. She cupped his head as she leaned over him. “You earned a punishment for that, Rev. That pleases me.”

A huff of half breath, maybe a chuckle, and then he stretched out before her, a glorious sight, his thigh muscles drawn tight, cock erect. “Arms out to your sides. Keep them there. Feet together.”

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