Page 148 of At Her Will

His brain emptied out as his cock did, every worry of the week, the pain of the sentencing, all of it. She’d flogged him earlier, too, giving him a different kind of pain. She brought the one they’d used on him that night and had replenished the oils on it, a reminder of their connection to others, to those who would never betray them, never abandon them.

Just as they would never do that to one another.

When they finished, he had his arm tight across her chest, palm curved over her shoulder, his other hand braced on the floor below it because of the length of the chain connecting the cuffs. She had one hand hooked over his forearm, the other holding that chain, fingers tangled in the links.

They breathed deep and heavy together. She’d shed a few tears, and so had he. The release of that energy had brought its own catharsis.

Nothing needed to be said. They had one another, which made everything else bearable.

He eased out of her when she was ready, lifting his hands over her head and sitting back on his heels. She unlocked the padlocks and freed him from the cuffs, caressing his wrists. But before that, while her hands were still on them, he lifted his touch to her face to kiss her. He held there, a good long time.

When he at last rose, he went to the washroom, bringing back a damp towel to help clean her, then himself. After tidying up the room, he knelt, and she allowed him the pleasure of watching her put herself back together.

Veracity didn’t put on her clothes the way anyone he knew did. Each piece was donned with care to project a particular look, and she created it like an artist. At least that was how he felt about it.

She chose to leave off the hat. Turning toward him, she put her hands on her hips. “I know you’re getting comfortable with this world, Rev Leone, but you’re not walking through the club naked for other Mistresses to ogle. You better get dressed. But leave off the shirt.”

“It okay for them to ogle my chest?”

“Yes. Because I like to savor their envy.”

He grinned. “Yes’m.”

After he was dressed, she came to him, caressing his bare chest and side with her tantalizing touch. Even after sex, she was capable of restarting his engine and beginning a whole new journey in that direction. “Want to go hang with the others for a little while?” she asked.

“If that’s what you want, then yes.”

“There’s a reason I choose to ask a question rather than issue a command, Rev. Your opinion is important to me.”

He knew that, but for most things, it was one and the same for him. So he gave her the honest answer. “I do want that, Veracity. I like being around them, and I like how they look after you. I want that feeling, and I think you need it, which is all I need to want it, if that make sense to you.”

Her finger tapped his chest. “It does. It makes all the sense in the world.”

The honest response pleased Vera. But then most everything about Rev did. “Thank you, Rev.”

He kissed her hand and held it to his cheek. As he did, Vera put her other hand on his jaw. She could see his ragged edges. He still wasn’t a hundred percent, but he was working on it, and their session had helped. “I know you don’t want me to worry about you,” she said, “but I will do it when you need it, and you will let me. I can reinforce that order by shoving my hat pin in places you don’t want to think about.”

His chuckle made her laugh, too. When they reentered the public play areas and dance floor of the club, the music, communal energy and limitless erotic stimuli only added to the pleasure of what they’d just shared. Icing on the cake, to her way of thinking, and she was ready to lick it off her fingers. Or him.

She cut across the dance floor, turning under his arm and doing a little hip shaking with him. He was known here now, as her submissive. They received an enthusiastic reception and were drawn into a line dance, Rev holding his own with some dance moves that had female subs and Dommes alike eying the ripple of upper body muscles and flex of denim covered ass.

Another male sub matched his moves, shoulder to shoulder. Dex preferred men, but he knew Rev didn’t, so it was a friendly competition that ended with a high five as the dance ended and Rev turned back to her.

Though he seemed fine, Vera had kept her eye on his post-session state. Rev’s dancing had started out a little less gracefully than his norm, but getting playful with it had helped. They freestyle gyrated and twirled their way to the VIP staircase on the other side.

The others were already in the lounge. Neil was absent, so Abby and Ros sat together. Lawrence perched on the broad top of the booth on Abby’s opposite side, his leg pressed against her as she leaned into him. The two SEALs put out a similar energy, so Abby could draw on that feeling to ease the pang of missing her man and any anxieties.

Rev noticed Abby and Lawrence’s proximity. “When Neil is gone, does Ros…”

“Share Lawrence? Yes and no. She and Neil have an agreement that she only plays with a sub with him present, but when he’s gone, she can join in on Ros’s sessions, and sometimes Skye and Tiger’s. Not so much hands-on, but participating in ways that ease her Mistress craving.”

“Not with Mick and Cyn?”

Vera grinned. “Not Abby’s preferred play style. Attila the Hun would be triggered by a session with those two.”

Skye and Cyn sat together, Mick on the outside of the booth next to Cyn. Tiger was on a high bar stool behind the booth,close enough Skye could rest a hand on him as the group talked, because her body was turned toward his. His knees were splayed in his worn jeans, his tattooed arms crossed over his large chest.

Mick brought over two chairs, one for himself and one for Rev, so each man could sit next to his Mistress at the ends of the booth, while giving all the women a space in it.

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