Page 71 of What About Love

“One stage down, baby. You’re doing great.”

Although dazed by his attention, fingers lightly stroking her bottom broke into her euphoria. Definitely not T’s; his were in her hair. As she tensed, his words eased her. “The second stage is all about pleasure. Relax into it.”

He sipped at her lips as a stranger’s fingers spread her pussy. Something smooth touched her heated flesh and the next instant began vibrating. Unbridled cries of pleasure rose around her, breaking free from her cohorts on the carousel who were experiencing the same thing.

Oddly, the commonality, knowing she wasn’t going through this alone, settled her further. She relaxed into the buzzing sensations centered on her clit as she savored the taste of T on her tongue. She whimpered low in her throat when his hand palmed her breast and his fingers captured a taut nipple.

Her body couldn’t contain its response and like the others, her cries broke free.

“Come for me,” T demanded. “As beautifully as you did the other night.”

The increased pressure, as his thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled the hard peak, gave her the impetus to soar. Her body jerked and shuddered as she found her release.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, his hot breath mingling with hers.

His busy fingers didn’t quit as the chime rang again. After a pause while they rotated, new fingers on her bottom touched her higher. They spread her cheeks and something cold drizzled between them.

“T,” she gasped in alarm.

“Easy.” He lifted his head and caught her gaze. “I chose a small plug for you. The carousel has never run without an anal stage. It would be suspect if we broke tradition tonight.”

She tensed as she felt the tip penetrate.

“Take it for me, little bit. If you do, I think you’ll find you enjoy it.” His mouth found hers again as both hands played with her breasts. “Imagine that it’s only you and me.”

Coming back in a rush, his words replayed in her head.

“Everyone who will touch you tonight was hand selected by me.”

“I trust them with you.”

He’d done what he could to make this endurable for her, and then he’d done more. Strangely, despite the bizarre event, she felt cared for and protected. It made her want to do everything he asked, to give herself over to him, relinquishing all control and submitting fully to him. It occurred to her in that moment that this is exactly what BDSM was all about, and she might just be, as he’d always said, submissive.

She relaxed, and as she did, the plug slid home. Never having had anything back there before, the pleasurable fullness took her by surprise. Even more so when it vibrated.

Soon, the third chime sounded. The plug remained as they moved to the next stage.

“That’s my good girl. You’re halfway home.” His praise made her smile, giving her almost as much enjoyment as his kisses.

Fingers brushed her inner thighs as the next mysterious dom wrapped straps around them. “What’s next?”

“No worries. Stage four is for pleasure, too.”

A few moments past tightening and adjusting the straps then something slipped between her lips at the top of her slit. Vibrations started in again, albeit ten times more intense with the new buzzing device positioned directly over her already sensitized clit. Immediately, she climbed to the brink of climax once more.

“It’s a butterfly vibe.” T’s husky voice hummed in her ear as he licked and nibbled the length of her neck. “You’ll have it and the plug for the rest of the ride.”

The next chime seemed to come more quickly.

“Stage five is a suede flogger. The dom who wields it is an expert with the lash. He’ll go easy. Only one more after this and you’re done.”

No. Something was missing. “What’s six?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“I do.”

He met her insistence with silence.

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