“I want to feel you come.”
She couldn’t respond, the pleasure and his hold on her robbing her of breath. Instead, Beth let her body tell him what he needed to know. When he pinched her right nipple hard, twisting the bud to the point of delicious pain, she tipped over that glittering edge, falling into the delicious darkness of pleasure.
Behind her, James groaned, jackhammering into her fluttering p*ssy
as he too came.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”
Beth opened one eye, looking up at Master James. He’d carried her to a mat in the corner, since this room didn’t have a bed.
“We’re done with our checklist.” Beth responded.
“Do you want to leave?”
“No.”
“Then spread your legs so I can put a clamp on your clit.”
“Yes, Master.”
*****
“What are you feeling?”
James’s voice and the fingers dancing along her naked back roused Beth from her semi-asleep state.
“My ass hurts.”
He chuckled, the unrepentant sound unique to Doms. “Tomorrow I might give you a nice spanking, just to see what you look like with pink cheeks.”
“A spanking on top of a caning?”
“Do you object?” There was a hint of steel in his voice.
A shiver of pure arousal shook Beth as she lay on James’s lap, both of them seated on an elegant leather chaise lounge.
“No, Master.”
“I didn’t think so.” He nudged her outside leg off the arm of the chair, her foot dropping to the floor. The new position spread her legs enough that her p*ssy
, which had recently been free of a multitude of clamps, was open to him. “But you didn’t answer my question. What I want to know is what you’re feeling.”
She sighed. “Don’t ask hard questions.”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’m not asking to make you uncomfortable.” His voice was tender.
“Feelings are hard.”
Master James stroked her inner thigh, saying nothing, but Beth could tell from the tension around his lips that he was holding back a comment or question. He’d trusted her with personal information, maybe it was time she do the same.
“I have low Emotional Quotient—low emotional IQ. I have trouble understanding my own feelings and figuring out other people’s.” James didn’t reply, and when the silence continued Beth kept talking, wanting him to know this about her. “I’m better than I was. I’ve studied emotionality and developed coping mechanisms.”
“Coping mechanisms like becoming a submissive?”
“Yes.”
“Numbers are what I’m good at.” She wasn’t even sure why she was telling him that. It veered dangerously close to talking about her job. “But I’ve never been diagnosed with anything other than low EQ. It was actually a roommate who first mentioned it. We spent all night downloading sample tests for me to take.” Beth took a deep breath. “I like rules and labels because they provide structure, but I never got myself diagnosed beyond the low EQ.”
“Beth.” He cut her off before she could keep going.
“Yes?”
“It doesn’t matter. The labels I mean. You are who you are. That should be good enough—for me and for everyone else.”
“I…thank you.”
“And who you are…” His voice trailed off and he her kissed long and deep, her nipples tightening in response. When he broke the kiss, his eyes sparkled with wicked humor, his half smile promising so many things. “Is an orgasm slut.”
Two fingers found their way to her clit, which was swollen and sore, making his touch all the more exquisite.
“I meant to ask, is orgasm slut a bad thing?”
Master James chuckled as he tumbled her off the chair, then followed her down, his mouth going to her p*ssy
. As his tongue brought her to another delicious orgasm, Beth decided being an orgasm slut submissive was a very good thing.
Chapter Ten
“Beth, please come in.”
James watched as Beth, in her street clothes, stepped in to the overseers’ office. She was wearing jeans and a graphic T-shirt with a video game logo on the front. It was not the normal vanilla-world attire of a member of Las Palmas, but if there was one thing he’d learned about Beth, it was that she was different, in so many good ways. The setting sun, visible through the large picture window in the wall opposite the door, added red highlights to her hair.
Beth laid her purse and leather motorcycle jacket over the back of a chair positioned in front of the large desk Master Leo stood behind. James had been sitting in the other, but rose when Beth entered.
Her gaze flicked to him, and James couldn’t help but smile.
“Why am I here?” she asked bluntly.
“Ah, Beth, never change.” Master Leo laid out two sets of papers on the desk facing James and Beth. “Master James asked me to draw up—”
James cut him off, wanting to explain this part himself. “Beth, we’re done with our checklist items.”