She scooted her hips to the very edge of the bed, pulled her skirt up and spread her legs wider. She set the stopwatch again and said, “Go.”
Lance leaned in and stroked her folds with his tongue. He focused on her outer and inner lips, on her vulva, taking his sweet time with her. By the time his lips enfolded her clitoris, she was almost ready to beg for it. The man might be a sub, but he knew how to tease as well as any Dominant.
He continued teasing her as she’d teased him, keeping the pressure so light that it bordered on torture. But she didn’t bark any orders at him. After all, if he failed to make her come in time, it was his loss as well as hers.
After a few minutes of the tease, he licked her harder and put more pressure onto her clitoris. She let herself moan, let herself pant. They were lovers tonight, not Dominatrix and client. She could enjoy him as much as he enjoyed her.
And God, did she enjoy him. She enjoyed him so much that she came with a cry as her climax gripped her. As she lay panting on the bed, she heard the beeping of the stopwatch.
Slowly she sat back up on her elbows and looked down at him still sitting between her knees.
“Okay, I think we’ve established that you’re good at oral.”
“I’m glad you think so, Mistress.” With a posture of sincere reverence he kissed her thigh where her boot met bare skin.
“I didn’t think you were going to get me there in ten minutes. You took your sweet time of it.”
“You give me ten minutes with my face between your thighs, and I’ll take every second of it.”
She ran her hands down his arms and unsnapped his cuffs.
“Are you ready for your next order?” she asked.
“Ready.”
“Go to the head of the bed. Sit with your back against the headboard.”
He rose off the floor and crawled across the bed. While he waited in silence she took lube and condoms out of her drawer.
“Hands up,” she instructed as she knelt in front of him. She opened the wrapper and rolled the condom onto him. Whenever she fucked male submissives she always put the condom on herself. So much more fun to make him sit there and be treated like a sex slave with no control over his own body.
Once it was on, she covered him in a thin layer of lubricant. After all the pain she’d given him, she wanted nothing for him now but pleasure.
She put the lube away and dried her hands. He’d taken his sweet time making her come. She’d take her sweet time making him wait.
Finally she straddled his thighs and gripped the headboard. Facing him on her knees she brought her mouth to his for a long, deep kiss.
“If you fuck as well as you kiss, this is going to be a good night,” she said, smiling at him.
“I gave you an orgasm. It’s already a good night, Mistress.”
“Let’s go for a great night, then.” She lifted his arms and hooked his wrist cuffs through the headboard. He gripped the black steel bar with both hands.
Nora rose up and lowered herself down onto him, sinking onto his cock with a sigh of pure pleasure. She smiled as he released a ragged breath. She gripped the headboard, her hands bookending his, as he lifted his hips up and pushed into her.
“Is this position okay for you?” she asked, remembering the massive scar on his back.
“It’s perfect, Mistress. You’re doing most of the work anyway.”
“What positions don’t work for you?”
“Honestly, the only one that hurts is missionary.”
“Thank God for that. I only do missionary position with missionaries.”
He laughed and kissed her bare shoulder. She turned her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck and throat.
“You’re a sadist for cuffing my hands,” he said as he pressed his face to her hair. “I’m dying to touch you.”
“I might let you if you beg a little more.”
“Please let me touch you with my hands, Mistress. Please...”
“What do you want to touch?”
“All of you. Your arms, your breasts, your nipples, your thighs, your clit...every part of you I can reach. Please.”
“I’ll give you a choice. I can unhook your cuffs and let you touch me, but you won’t get to come for another hour. Or you can stay cuffed and you can fuck me until you come. Your decision.”
“I can come on my own later, Mistress. Touching you is a much higher priority.”
“I can’t argue with that logic, and even if I could, I wouldn’t bother trying.” She unhooked the cuffs and set Lance’s hands free. He wasted no time and immediately ran his hands over the swell of her breasts. With eager hands he set about unfastening her corset. She helped him pull it off and it ended up on the floor by the bed. She wasn’t going to waste a second folding the damn thing.
He cupped her now naked breasts and sucked deeply on her nipples. Then one hand wandered between her legs and pressed against her clitoris.
As he kissed her breasts, she continued to ride him, swiveling her hips so that he rubbed against her G-spot. She held onto the headboard, steadying herself so Lance could explore her body any way he desired. His large warm hands felt so good on her, so arousing but also comforting. Strong men never scared her because strong men never harmed her. Only weak men had ever harmed her, so she knew she had nothing to fear from Lance.
Leaning back she gave him full access to her front. One hand caressed her from shoulder to shoulder, neck to breasts while the fingers of his other hand toyed with her clitoris. Soon she was panting again, desperate to come again.
“Come with me,” she said. “I’m breaking my own rules. I want you to come fucking me. It’s an order.”
“I’d never disobey an order from you. I’ll come the minute you tell me to, Mistress.”
“Good, but me first.”
“Always...” he breathed into her skin and the erotic tone in his voice alone nearly got her to the brink. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the pleasure of his hands on her body, of his cock that impaled her. So close...she felt the tension mounting in her stomach...closer...her clitoris swelled against his fingers...almost there....she heard a pounding...she felt the pounding...she inhaled and didn’t exhale...and finally...
Pleasure exploded inside her as her vaginal muscles fluttered hard around him, hard enough she heard him gasping from her orgasm.
“Now,” she panted and Lance needed no further orders. He came in silence but with a controlled shudder that wracked his entire body. Together they collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.
The sex had stopped, but she still heard the pounding. Sounded like someone banging on one of the dungeon doors. Not hers so she ignored it.
Facing Lance she gave him a quick but passionate kiss.
“Go clean up,” she said, glancing down at the condom. “Bathroom’s in the dungeon. We’ll start round two when you get back.”
“Yes, Mistress. Be right back.”
He left the bedroom. Nora slowly stood and pulled the covers down on the bed. She unlaced her boots and kicked them off, wriggled out of her skirt and unpinned her hair. But as soon as she’d stripped completely naked, the pounding in the hallway now hit her door.
“What the fuck?” She had a scarf on the door. No one would ever interrupt her with a scarf on her doorknob.
“Eleanor,”