Page 51 of Wickedly Played
“No, Katie. You will wait for me.”
Stella’s head is lolling against my collarbone. “Color?”
“Yellow,” she whimpers.
Immediately, I step away from her and have Deacon come up. Deacon unfastens the bindings, picks her up, places her on the chair that she ate me out on, and then sticks his face between her thighs. She’s sopping wet from her arousal.
You’re welcome, Deacon.
After locating the whip I would like to use for Katie, I stroll over to her. “Did you follow directions?” I question.
“Mistress, please. I beg you. Let me come.”
“Do you want my whip today, Katie?”
She nods. “Please!” Her head is turned over so she’s looking at me from her peripheral vision. “I want it. I need it. I need you, Mistress Aphrodite.”
“Why do you think you deserve it?” I’m taunting her.
Katie’s eyes are hooded with desire. “Please. I missed you so much, and I need to feel you. I need to be reminded of how I feel with you after we’ve left.”
“Very well. If you can come from the whip, I will eat your pussy so good.”
Each time I bring the whip against her pretty skin, she mewls from pleasure. Katie loves a little pain to increase her pleasure when she’s feeling out of control in her life. I love that Katie and Tom are able to be open with me regarding what they need intheir relationship. Tom doesn’t want me to touch her sexually all of the time, but he loves that I can get her off through the pain.
“Lover, can you give me a color?”
“Green,” she moans. I bring the whip down three more times before letting it drop.
“Tom,” I order. “Finish her off and then provide her with the appropriate aftercare.”
I reach over to the fridge to grab a few water bottles and fruit trays for clients to share with their partners. This is the part of the evening that I usually leave them to finish their aftercare together. When it is just me and Stella, I will provide her with it… It's my favorite part about the dynamic we have together.
Once everything is set out for them, I grab my robe off the chair, slip it on, and then walk out of the room. Max is hot on my heels. I chance a glance at him to see his jaw is grinding together like he’s struggling with something more than he’s willing to let on.
“Are you okay?” I ask. I’m still mad at him, but I’m not completely heartless. I know it is hard to see this relationship unfold when you’re not in this lifestyle.
His hand grips my elbow to prevent me from walking away from him. I’m pushed against the wall behind me with Max looming over me. “That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.”
Smiling, I place a manicured hand on his chest. “Thanks. I have good clients.”
His breath fans over my cheek like feathers. I feel him sucking in a deep breath with his lips dusting over my neck. “You even smell as tempting as you look, sweetness.”
“Max,” I moan out. “Please.”
“Yes?”
“Stop toying with me,” I beg.
He winks. “I love it when you beg for me. It makes me rock fucking hard to hear you beg.”
“Is that what you want?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want me to beg?”
“Come on, sweetness. This is too good.”
I’m drunk on lust and thinking with my pussy. “Tell me.”
His lips curve sadistically. “I just wonder who provides you with aftercare. Who is checking in on you?”
