Leaving the handle buried in her, Master James rubbed two fingers between her p*ssy
lips, gathering her body’s own moisture and spreading it on her anus. He repeated the motion several times, pausing to f*ck
her on occasion, before pulling the duster handle out of her p*ssy
and pressing it against her rear entrance.
The tip slid in smoothly, but the taper was not as gradual as last night’s plug, and as he kept pushing, Beth squirmed.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“You’re not, Master,” she whispered. There were twinges of pain but they were the good kind, the kind that let her know she was being used.
“Good.”
When it was seated inside her to his satisfaction, Master James let her stand up.
“Time for the rest of your chores.” He took a seat, the bulge of his erection apparent, his gaze hot with desire. “Get me a bottle of water and a glass of champagne.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Oh, and Beth…”
She paused.
“If you let it fall out, I won’t f*ck
you for the rest of the weekend.”
Now that was real punishment. Butt clenched, Beth slipped out of the playroom to complete her chores.
*****
Beth sprawled on the bed beside Master James, eyes closed. One of her arms was dangling off the edge in an awkward manner that was making it impossible to fall completely asleep, but she was dozing in a post-orgasm state of bliss.
“Beth, it’s almost time to go.”
“Hmm?”
Strong arms pulled her against a warm chest and Beth relaxed into the embrace.
“It’s nearly six.”
That woke her up. “PM? Sunday?”
“Yes.”
Her stomach clenched. Their weekend was over. Yesterday had been a whirlwind of kinky sex, the feather duster giving way to a good long f*ck
with her bent over the table, followed by dinner in the dining room, while she wore cuffs and nipple clamps, a one-foot-long chain connecting each cuff to the corresponding clamp, which made eating an adventure and ensured that by the time they were done, her well-stimulated nipples had her so desperate for release that she’d literally jumped on James the instant they entered their room.
But it wasn’t their room, it was a playroom—and one they’d be leaving shortly.
Today they’d taken it easy—the focus on getting Beth to express what she wanted in a way that fit with her rule-based view of BDSM. Master James had convinced her that she could still use the rules as a guide, but that wiggling her hips while standing in an appropriate posture was not “breaking the rules” but rather letting a Dom know that she was feeling sexy or playful.
Lunch had been memorable—she’d spent it cuffed wrist and ankle to a straight-backed chair on the stage in the courtyard. A straight-backed chair with the head of a wand vibrator mounted in the seat. James had used heavy chain in an X pattern to bind her upper body to the chair, the weight and pressure of the chains reminiscent of the feelings she’d gotten from the corset.
The restraints gave her enough space that she could move her hips, increasing and decreasing the vibration against her clit by sliding forward and back. After greedily coming three times in the first half hour, Beth had backed off, but found the audience that had gathered to watch her while they ate kept her aroused. Soon she was wiggling her hips forward, grinding her clit against the vibrator.
It was far from the first time she’d been put on display, but it was the first time she’d been putting on a show.
She’d spent nearly two hours strapped to the chair, and towards the end she begged Master James for more. He’d added heavy clover clamps on her nipples, then placed the short connecting chain in her mouth, allowing her to tilt her chin and increase the pinch on her sensitive buds.
Master James had finally called a halt, though Beth had been half-mad from all the orgasms by that point and protested. She’d sucked his cock before he finally tumbled her onto the bed for a long f*ck
that was both intimate and rough. Her p*ssy
felt vaguely bruised from all the time she’d spent smashing it against a vibrator.
“How are you feeling?”
“Battered.” It was the truth, but when he rolled her over and frowned down at her, Beth smiled. “It’s a nice kind of battered.”
He nodded once, but didn’t smile back. “Good.” He rolled off the bed and stretched. “Would you prefer to shower here or in the Subs’ Garden?”
Beth sat up, struggling to figure out the sudden shift in his mood. Had she said something wrong? What was going on, and what did that nauseous sensation in her stomach signify?
“I don’t have a preference.”
“Then I’m going to jump under the shower here.” He walked towards the bathroom door.
“James, wait.”
He turned, both eyebrows raised in surprise. It was the first time she’d failed to address him as Master.
“Is this…are we done?”