Page 162 of The Holy Grail
“I don’t like ‘Madame’. I prefer … ‘my queen’.”
On the couch, Evan chuckled and shook his head, as if to say,How pretentious, which Jules ignored.
“Yes, my queen,” Malcom said obediently.
Jules smiled. “Oh, that’s so much better.”
After putting a generous amount of oil onto her hands, she rubbed them together and then watched as he seemed to brace for her touch, and as she took his scrotum in hand and began to massage, his indrawn breath and accompanying groan were exceedingly gratifying, and yet …
“I want you to be quiet … and as still as possible,” Jules told him, her own voice low, but firm, and he immediately silenced himself, so she could only hear his deep, fractured breathing.“That’s better,” she praised him, while continuing to stroke his balls, which were heavy and tight.
She began playing with his stiff cock, using both hands—one stroking up and down the thick length, the other one teasing the flared head with gentle fingertips.She watched him watch her hands and could see the effort it was taking to remain quiet and still. It was a bit of a rush to be in control of this man, knowing he allowed her such control and she began to understand what Evan had been talking about.
She could easily see this becoming her new favorite pastime.
Leaning forward, she whispered against his mouth, “We never did discuss having a safe word,” she said, as she continued to stroke him up and down.
“I don’t need one,” he mumbled. “I trust you.”
Evan let out a quick laugh, before shutting it down.
Jules gave him a dirty look, before turning her attention back to Malcom, who had closed his eyes in bliss. “Eyes open, Mal,” she demanded, partly because she liked to make him watch, and partly because she was enjoying dictating what he did. Once he’d opened his eyes again, she told him, “I appreciate your trust, but let’s have one anyway, just in case.”
“Fine.” He thought for a moment before saying, “Bartender.”
This time, when Evan laughed, Jules joined him. “Bartender it is.”
Deciding to move things along, she raised herself off his leg and into a kneeling position (effectively putting her breasts directly in his line of vision), then asked for one of Malcom’s hands. He offered his right one, and as she took it and guided it south, told him, “You can play with my wet pussy for a little bit, as a reward for being so good.”
She wasn’t sure if dirty talk was part of being a Domme, but it seemed to fit the moment.
He also seemed to like the praise, because every time she did, he relaxed.
Looking away from her breasts, and down to her trimmed pubic hair, he did as instructed, moving his fingers in and around her delicate tissue, stroking everywhere, but paying special attention to her clit.She started to grind against his fingers, groaning softly as she put the hand not currently on his cock, up to his throat to balance herself.
“Now, I want you to slide two fingersinside me, and—” she broke off and sighed as he quickly complied.“Thank you.”
When she sank down on his fingers, he groaned, which earned him another warning to be quiet. He began to rub her G-spot with his fingers while stroking her clit with his thumb, and as she approached orgasm, she squeezed his throat a little tighter, as if needing to be holding onto something when she came. Less than thirty seconds later, her back arched as her climax hit, and she felt herself gush—not so much that she soaked his thigh, but enough to get his hand wet.
As she came down, Jules was amazed he’d been able to keep his other hand behind him. However, she could see the obvious strain he was under from holding back as he withdrewhis fingers and licked them clean, before moving on to the rest of his hand. “Goddamn, I love it when you do that.”
“Goddamn, I love it when you do that … what?”
“Goddamn, I love it when you do that, my queen.”
“That’s better,” she said approvingly, before turning serious. “Now, then, I need to address the fact I didn’t tell you to make me come,” she admonished. “You did that without permission, and while I can appreciate your initiative, I can’t have you going rogue on me. Understand?”
“Yes, my queen.”
On the couch, Evan laughed.
She decided to switch gears. “You’ve been in this position for a while. Are you at all uncomfortable?”
Malcom’s answer was quick. “No, my queen.”
“Good.”
She climbed off him, just enough so that, at her direction, he could draw his legs together again, making it possible for Jules to then straddle his thighs. This strategically put her breasts within an inch of hismouth,and as his expression became tormented, she knew she was an evil person, because having this man literally on his knees was a lot of fun.
