Page 71 of Taming Her

“Seen what?”

“A dom teaching a sub. It’s not new.”

She was quiet then, “What just happened on stage?”

“You’ll see another time.” He ran his palms from her knees to the high hem of her dress. “Right now I want you to watch this next show. I think it will be of interest to you.”

Ava opened her mouth to speak then closed it. Onto the stage had walked the handsome young waiter she’d seen earlier. Now he wore a blindfold and was being led by a woman in an all-in-one black shiny outfit and high boots. But it wasn’t her clothing that fascinated Ava; it was the contraption she had harnessed to her groin.

A big black cock.

“What…? What is she going to do?” Ava asked, curiosity and fascination nipping at her.

Griff’s lips were by her ear. “She’s going to do to him what I’m going to do to you… soon.”

Ava squirmed, knowing instantly what Griff was talking about. It had played on her mind since he’d fingered her ass and she knew the time was approaching when he would take that last piece of her.

“Watch closely,” Griff said. “See how he accepts his mistress’s command of his body.”

“She’s his mistress?”

“Yes, it’s not just women who are submissive.” He spread his knees a few inches and in turn parted Ava’s legs.

Her thighs were a little damp; her arousal had been hovering since the spanking. And now… now she was going to witness something she never had before and never thought she would.

A hush fell over the room as the young waiter was stripped naked. His body was model perfection. Tall and lean, his muscles slender yet defined. He had no body hair, not even on his groin and his mouth stayed in a flat line as his mistress stroked her pointed nails over his skin.

His cock was long and hard, and when he was tipped over a red upholstered bench it tapped up against his abdomen. His ankles were locked into place with scarlet leather buckles and he gripped the bench sides tightly.

“What are you thinking?” Griff murmured, his fingers sliding between her legs, upward, pushing her dress so it gathered around his wrist.

“That…that the cock, her cock, is too big.” She stared at the colossal thing. It wasn’t just the length that was shocking but also the girth.

“If he couldn’t take it, she wouldn’t use it.”

“But…?”

“She owns him, she’s responsible for his well-being and pleasure, Ava. Why would she do something he can’t tolerate? She knows this will give him one hell of an orgasm even if he doesn’t know it.” His fingers slipped through her dampness to her knickers. “A dominant always knows what is best for their sub, that’s what makes the relationship so special.” He plucked the material to one side and stroked her pussy lips.

Ava groaned softly; his touch was what she’d craved.

“A dom loves and protects as well as punishes, Ava, you should never forget that.”

She swallowed tightly and gripped his forearm. Beneath his jacket his tendons were flexing as he stroked her pussy.

“Watch,” he said. “And imagine you’re him and that’s me, my big cock about to go into your ass.”

Ava trembled and her toes curled in her stilettoes.

The waiter’s ass was shiny with oil, his mistress rubbing it over his buttocks and through his cleft. She was thorough, stroking and caressing his hole.

Whenever she touched and probed his anus his body stiffened.

After a few minutes she spread lube on her cock and parted his buttocks.

“This is it,” Griff whispered. “Imagine it’s me, taking your sweet asshole, think what it would feel like.” He was rubbing her pussy firm and steadily, swiping over her clit.

The pressure was building and Ava quivered, wondering if he’d bring her to orgasm here, in this room, with the erotic sight before her. Could she? Would she?

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