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I nod. “Yes, Domina. I’m ready.”

She smiles and gives me a sweet kiss, and then she turns and opens the door.

Chapter fourteen

Lydia

ThefirsttimeI’dlooked into Lex’s playroom, I hadn’t stuck around long enough to truly appreciate the décor. But as I enter and Lex closes the door behind me, I get my first good look. The floor below my feet is a dark wood laminate, smooth but warm under my bare soles. The sliding glass door that leads to the balcony is covered in some sort of film that tints the glass while still allowing light to pass through, and a heavy set of curtains hangs to one side, thick enough to block the view completely if desired. There are several large implements arranged neatly along the wall farthest from the door: a St. Andrew’s Cross, a chair with padded arms but no seat, a long bench, and a few others I don’t recognize but can only imagine what purpose they serve.

I only get a glimpse of a pegboard with various bundles of rope, paddles, and Lord knows what else, but then Lex is there, hand around my chin, forcing my attention to her face.

“You’ll get to know the board soon enough, my lovely. Eyes on me now,” she says, a gentle chastising tut to her voice.

“Yes, Domina,” I whisper, mouth suddenly very dry.

“Good girl. Clothes off and on your knees.”

I’m surprised I don’t rip anything as I strip down, throwing my clothes into the corner until I’m naked and kneeling on the floor in my wait pose, sitting on my heels with my knees spread, hands resting with my palms up on my thighs, and my back straight. The floor is very subtly padded, which I’m sure I’ll appreciate if I’m going to spend an extended time down here. My chin is up but my eyes are lowered, but even then, I can see as Lex saunters away toward the bed, hips swaying hypnotically. My pussy pulses as she reaches behind her back and draws the zipper of her dress down, letting it drop in a pool on the floor, leaving her in only a lacey bra, a garter belt, stockings, and panties so transparent as to hardly matter.

She turns and perches on the edge of the black-velvet bench at the foot of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. She beckons with a single finger, tossing her hair over her shoulder. I keep my eyes down as I crawl toward her, aware of the way my heavy breasts swing below me, and I try to suck in my belly to stop it from doing the same. When I settle on my knees again in front of her, I keep my breathing shallow, trying to keep my pooch from sticking out too far.

“No need to stand on pretense here, my lovely. Your body is exactly as it needs to be, ripe and plump, andperfect.”

Her voice has that strange subaudible hum that goes straight to the primal part of my mind and turns it to goo. Her foot traces a path across my collarbone, down between the valley of my breasts, before settling on my diaphragm. When I least expect it, she presses hard, and I gasp, coughing slightly as I let my breath out. I flush and close my eyes, or at least I try to. But Lex lunges with a growl, taking me by the chin again, nails digging as she forces my gaze back to her.

“Does my lovely little omega not understand me? Or is she trying to tell me I’m wrong?” she snarls, low and fierce.

“No, Domina. I’m not—”

“When I give you a compliment, you will say, “Thank you, Domina.” Understood?”

“Yes, Domina,” I whimper.

She smiles and sits back, releasing my face. As she does, she spreads her legs, revealing her soaked panties right at my eye level. She trails a hand down her stomach, humming her pleasure as she rubs the dripping fabric with perfectly manicured fingers.

“Look at this mess I’ve made. You have had me wet since we left the courthouse, knowing you’re mine at last.”

I stare as her fingers shift the material to the side, allowing me a full view of her dripping pussy. I can smell the citrus and cloves and my mind melts, everything except those glistening pink folds and her slim fingers fading away. Licking my lips, I try to keep myself from openly panting.

“You want to taste this, don’t you, lovely? This alpha pussy that’s so hot and wet, just waiting for a good girl to lick up?”

Her voice is high and breathy as she circles her swollen clit ever so slowly, and I can’t help but follow the motion with my eyes, a pathetic little whine spilling from me as my pussy clenches on nothing, my slick dripping obscenely onto the floor below me. She sighs and tuts, and I have to fight the disappointed noises begging to escape my throat. She flicks her eyes down between my legs and then back up to my face.

“Clean up your mess, Omega.”

The order sends a jolt of fire through my body, and I launch into motion, all instinct as I drop to my belly, ass in the air as I lick the floor. Her little hum and purr of approval only pushes me further into this strange, primitive place, where my only thoughts are of my Domina and her pleasure.

“Good girl. Now clean up mine.”

I look up and my eyes go wide as I realize she’s removed her panties while I was working, leaving her bare and waiting for me. She’s leaning back on her elbows, back arched and legs spread wide. I chirp an excited little noise before scrambling forward on my hands and knees until my mouth is only inches from her core. But then I hesitate, insecurities creeping forward to pull me out of the moment again.

“You can’t do this wrong. I’ll tell you what I want more of,” Lex soothes, hand petting my hair back in a gentle, reassuring motion.

Swallowing again, I take a deep breath of her intoxicating scent before leaning in. I run the tip of my nose along the joint of her hip, remembering how Rhett likes to tease me. My reward is a shuddering exhale, fingers tightening in my hair and pulling me back to her center. She’s neatly trimmed, and I kiss feather-light along her outer lips before letting my tongue slip into her honeyed center.

Her flavor explodes on my tongue, fruit and spice mixing like the nectar of the gods. I moan as I dive deeper, all thoughts of technique fleeing at the first taste. I want to drink as much of her into my soul as I can, to truly get drunk on her until I can’t tell up from down. As I swirl my tongue to gather more of her cream, her walls pulse, and she moans. I repeat the motion, my heart leaping as she reacts just as fiercely. I pull away for a breath before going back, looking up through my lashes at her—chest flushed pink and mouth open on a gasp from the pleasure I’m giving her.

The thought sends a rush of confidence and joy through my heart, and I redouble my efforts. Licking her opening from bottom to top, I search for her clit. I know I’ve found it by the way her legs twitch closed for a moment and her eyes pop open. I try little kitten licks, fast and light, that make her moans grow higher and louder. The hand that’s not in my hair moves to her bra, pushing it down just enough to expose one of her breasts. She twists a nipple hard, head falling back and hips rolling against my mouth.

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