Page 38 of A Master's Destiny
She pants. “Yes…please.”
She removes her fingers so she can brace herself against Anderson’s chest. Knowing this is her first time, Anderson stops moving, his massive shaft still inside her.
I begin thrusting.
Vivian screams, “Holy fuck-a-moly!”
I find it charming, but struggle not to laugh.
Anderson and I are both on the edge. The tight constriction of her body and her passionate cries of pleasure increase my libido to a dangerous level and I know I won’t last long.
But I want Vivian to experience a final orgasm, so I keep my strokes even as I fuck her shapely ass.
When I finally feel the telltale signs of her impending orgasm, I adjust my angle slightly and hear her cry out, “Oh, oh, oh…it’s happening again!”
I slap her butt in satisfaction. “Come for me, birthday girl.”
She screams at the top of her lungs as she climaxes. Her inner muscles pulse powerfully, squeezing our cocks as she comes.
Anderson and I climax at the same time, unable to control the urge any longer.
The apartment suddenly falls silent as the three of us lie together on the bed, panting softly.
“Oh, my God, I felt you both come inside me,” Vivian murmurs with a lazy smile.
“We did, darlin’. It was a three-way tie.”
“And a powerful one at that,” I add, kissing her sweaty cheek.
She sighs, grinning at both of us. “I feel like a brand new woman. How is that possible at fifty-five? This is the best birthday, ever…”
Turning her head. she looks at both of us in wonder. “If I hadn’t been brave enough to ask you to join me at the beach, this would never have happened.”
I smile, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. “If you don’t ask, the answer is always no.”
She grins. “I’m claiming that as my new mantra.”
“Excellent,” I tell her, sealing it with a kiss.
Honey
After experiencing such an eventful day on the beach, it’s hard to jump back into my normal routine. I slam my hand down on the alarm clock, giving myself five more minutes, but before it can go off again, I force myself up and head to the shower.
I leave my apartment, shutting the door quietly so I don’t wake Anderson, who is soundly asleep on my couch. After jumping into my car, I notice the bag of candles in the backseat. I’m looking forward to my first session with wax and trust the submissive I’m partnered with will enjoy the temperature play I have planned.
Knowing I have that exciting scene to look forward to seems to make the day run more smoothly. Rather than feeling stressed like I normally do, I feel energized.
That evening, I listen intently to Alana’s lesson on setting up protocols for a submissive.
“Protocols reinforce the power exchange experienced by the submissive, and they can cultivate a deeper level of intimacy between the two of you.”
She explains that there are three degrees of protocol: high, formal, and casual. I’m fascinated by the various rules a Dom can set—things such as expected greetings, submissive poses, and subtle gestures while in public. Then there are more comprehensive protocols, those involving dress, daily routines, and even interaction with others.
Different protocols can be set for particular situations, such as the behavior a Dominant expects from their submissive in public, at kink events, or when the submissive is alone.
A Dominant sets their protocols based on their personal preferences, taking into consideration their submissive’s individual needs. Protocols can either be a complicated set of rules or quite simple, depending on the Dom.
I note everything she lists, pondering which protocols I would insist on if I owned a sub.
