when he glanced up and over my shoulder.
“Just checking everything’s okay in here,” the guy I decided was probably Aiden said in a low voice.
“We’re good,” Will said with a smile. “Thanks for coming by.”
It was a clear dismissal, and I giggled when the door closed behind our intruder.
“What?” Will demanded, tickling me hard in the ribs.
“Nothing. Nothing!” I said as I squirmed away. “You’re just so… commanding. You’ve got the guys who run the place falling at your word, for fuck’s sake.”
He snorted at that, then seemed to consider my words before nodding. “Yeah. Did I tell you yet you were beautiful tonight?”
“Yes. But tell me again.”
“You were incredible, Jesse. I promised myself we’d go slow, give you time to get back into the swing of things again, but you push me forward.”
“I most definitely do not. You run this show.”
“Okay, maybe those weren’t the right words. I run off your energy. Wherever you want to go, I follow, maybe guide you there.”
We fell into another round of slow, easy kissing after that, his hands still roaming possessively over my exposed skin. I was sore but not in pain, the best kind of feeling post-session.
“Fuck me,” I said in a low voice when he pulled away.
“Excuse me?”
“Fuck me,” I repeated, hoping I wasn’t getting the wrong kind of vibes from him. “Open the door first, though.”
Watching his eyebrows rise almost to his hairline was amusing.
“I know you’re an exhibitionist and a total slut, but that’s a whole other level, baby.”
“Yeah. Will you?”
The fingers on my ass tightened, pressing in hard and causing me to hiss. Then he spanked me hard, rolled off the bed, and opened the door.
In most BDSM clubs, the rules were pretty simple: if the door’s closed, you need to have permission to go in unless you’re in charge. If the door’s open, go on in, but you need permission to touch. I knew no one would get involved with us unless they were asked. It seemed like the organizers of this event made everyone aware of the rules of play.
Master had jerked me off in front of a crowd before; I’d been bound then, helpless as he used his hand and his voice to make me come. That had been different, though. It had been a scene. This was just sex.
There were a few people milling about in the hallway who looked over when the door opened, like they were interested in taking our place. I wondered if we should give up on the sex and just move out. We had pretty much commandeered the room for the past hour or so. I had no idea how much time had passed when we were in session.
No one looked particularly bothered though, especially when I spread my knees and gave them a good view of my naked body as Will crawled up it.
It was important that he was Will now. I had a pretty good distinction between Will, my sexy-ass lover who liked to do naughty things from time to time, and Master Will, whom I served. We would do this because it was fun and hot and we wanted to, not because I had to or because he’d ordered it of me. This wasn’t the sort of thing that could be ordered.
I kept eye contact with one guy as Will sucked the head of my cock into his mouth and hummed as he licked my flavor away. I arched from the bed, completely involuntarily, and bit down on my bottom lip. That part was for effect.
Gently and carefully, he tapped on the plug in my ass.
“Almost forgot that was there,” he said in a low voice. “Doesn’t matter. Means you’ll be nice and open for me.”
I groaned. “I thought you weren’t supposed to forget things like that.”
“Cheeky. If you wanted it out, you should have just asked.”
“I didn’t want it out.”
He was gently rocking the plug back and forth inside me, its own exquisite torture, before pulling it out and setting it aside. When I looked up, there were a few people standing in the doorway, watching.
Will grabbed the tube of KY from his bag, and I spread my
“Just checking everything’s okay in here,” the guy I decided was probably Aiden said in a low voice.
“We’re good,” Will said with a smile. “Thanks for coming by.”
It was a clear dismissal, and I giggled when the door closed behind our intruder.
“What?” Will demanded, tickling me hard in the ribs.
“Nothing. Nothing!” I said as I squirmed away. “You’re just so… commanding. You’ve got the guys who run the place falling at your word, for fuck’s sake.”
He snorted at that, then seemed to consider my words before nodding. “Yeah. Did I tell you yet you were beautiful tonight?”
“Yes. But tell me again.”
“You were incredible, Jesse. I promised myself we’d go slow, give you time to get back into the swing of things again, but you push me forward.”
“I most definitely do not. You run this show.”
“Okay, maybe those weren’t the right words. I run off your energy. Wherever you want to go, I follow, maybe guide you there.”
We fell into another round of slow, easy kissing after that, his hands still roaming possessively over my exposed skin. I was sore but not in pain, the best kind of feeling post-session.
“Fuck me,” I said in a low voice when he pulled away.
“Excuse me?”
“Fuck me,” I repeated, hoping I wasn’t getting the wrong kind of vibes from him. “Open the door first, though.”
Watching his eyebrows rise almost to his hairline was amusing.
“I know you’re an exhibitionist and a total slut, but that’s a whole other level, baby.”
“Yeah. Will you?”
The fingers on my ass tightened, pressing in hard and causing me to hiss. Then he spanked me hard, rolled off the bed, and opened the door.
In most BDSM clubs, the rules were pretty simple: if the door’s closed, you need to have permission to go in unless you’re in charge. If the door’s open, go on in, but you need permission to touch. I knew no one would get involved with us unless they were asked. It seemed like the organizers of this event made everyone aware of the rules of play.
Master had jerked me off in front of a crowd before; I’d been bound then, helpless as he used his hand and his voice to make me come. That had been different, though. It had been a scene. This was just sex.
There were a few people milling about in the hallway who looked over when the door opened, like they were interested in taking our place. I wondered if we should give up on the sex and just move out. We had pretty much commandeered the room for the past hour or so. I had no idea how much time had passed when we were in session.
No one looked particularly bothered though, especially when I spread my knees and gave them a good view of my naked body as Will crawled up it.
It was important that he was Will now. I had a pretty good distinction between Will, my sexy-ass lover who liked to do naughty things from time to time, and Master Will, whom I served. We would do this because it was fun and hot and we wanted to, not because I had to or because he’d ordered it of me. This wasn’t the sort of thing that could be ordered.
I kept eye contact with one guy as Will sucked the head of my cock into his mouth and hummed as he licked my flavor away. I arched from the bed, completely involuntarily, and bit down on my bottom lip. That part was for effect.
Gently and carefully, he tapped on the plug in my ass.
“Almost forgot that was there,” he said in a low voice. “Doesn’t matter. Means you’ll be nice and open for me.”
I groaned. “I thought you weren’t supposed to forget things like that.”
“Cheeky. If you wanted it out, you should have just asked.”
“I didn’t want it out.”
He was gently rocking the plug back and forth inside me, its own exquisite torture, before pulling it out and setting it aside. When I looked up, there were a few people standing in the doorway, watching.
Will grabbed the tube of KY from his bag, and I spread my
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