Page 73 of Volatile

“You’re the best, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow to check in,” he said, turning to go inside.

“Wait... What are you doing here, Jon?”

“You’ve never asked me that before.”

“That’s because it’s not before. It’s now.”

He waved her off, opening the front door. If Cherise would’ve asked him that question a couple weeks back, there would’ve been a different response. Hell, he wouldn’t have been there for her to even ask. But that was then. And this is now.

Anthony was manning the entrance; Jon greeted him, stepping into the main room. There were a few couples and singles mingling there, but most of the activity would either be taking place in the upstairs rooms or the play area in the basement. In fact, he hadn’t been down there in quite some time. Maybe he’d give Lizbeth a little reward after she’d earned it.

His eyes caught sight of her on the upper balcony. She was fully nude, ready to be claimed. Her long blonde hair spilled over her breasts, her arms at her sides. She made brief eye contact before looking down. The signal to approach. Jon wasn’t the only man she played with, but he was her preference. No reason to keep either of them waiting any longer.

He went up the stairs, and the closer he got, the more she trembled. Her cunt was likely soaked. She kept her gaze downturned, body perfectly still except for her heaving chest and quivering muscles. He stood at her side and gathered her hair into his fist.

“Were you waiting for me, Lizbeth?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Anything you’d like to discuss with me before we begin?”

“No, Sir.”

She let out a small sigh. It was procedure to set the boundaries and expectations beforehand, but every once in a while Lizbeth chose not to do that with him. They knew each other well, had played for years, and if she had no specific desires for the night, she’d give him free rein. This appeared to be one of those nights.

He brought his mouth close to her ear. “You will serve me hard tonight, pet, and you’ll receive dearly for it.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her words were barely a whisper, her arousal heavy in the air. The more he used her, the more she’d benefit, and he planned to exploit that to both their advantage.

He thrust her to her knees. “Crawl for me. We’re going to the far back room. And no more sounds from you. If you need to speak, you know the protocol.”

She nodded, getting on to her hands and knees. Her thighs closed briefly, and she squirmed. “Open,” he ordered. “You know better than that, Lizbeth.”

She opened them as widely as possible and began to crawl. It wouldn’t take much for her to come while in this state. He wouldn’t allow her to rub herself into an orgasm that easily. Not before she worked for one.

He followed behind her as they made their way down the hall. He wished he had a leash to circle around her smooth neck. It would sweeten her pleasure.

Her pleasure. Thick waves radiated off her, infiltrating him. He was secure knowing that whatever he provided for her, she’d enjoy immensely. He knew how to take care of her, and more importantly, she would let him. Not only permit but embrace it.

Now he just wondered when his own pleasure would begin because he wasn’t feeling it yet.

His pretty pet stayed close to him as they passed other guests, not daring to get distracted. She kept her head slightly lowered, eyes planted on the floor, traveling at a steady pace. Jon nodded to a fellow Dom as he walked by. Nothing consented upon was considered abnormal here. He was accepted and respected, not disgraced. This was his world, he reminded himself, whether or not he chose to play in it. If his sub was in harm’s way, she’d damn well allow him to protect her.

They reached the room, and he motioned her inside, leaving the door ajar. Anyone was free to take a peek if they wanted; it would only up her excitement.

“Offer yourself.”

She lowered her chest slightly, spreading her ass cheeks apart. Then she picked up her head and opened her mouth. Lizbeth obeyed flawlessly, giving him the option of her throat, cunt, or ass. There were many ways to reward her later. She loved the cross; he’d have to put that on the top of his possibilities list for the night.

He towered over her, his eyes trailing over the curve of her spine. She was exactly what he needed to get his life back in order. She was that first step to him regaining control. Lizbeth trusted him implicitly. He could do with her what he pleased. He didn’t have to act on that power; he just had to know he possessed it.

Her body never wavered as she waited for him to decide where to take her first. She was patient. Quiet and still. Submissive. She needed his command deep in her core, and that should have made him feel bulletproof. It should have made him so hard he was in danger of splitting.

Her golden hair scattered all over her back like the fucking sun had exploded. It was beautiful. The kind of hair you could lose your fist in. There was only one problem.

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