“On the bed on your back.” He ground out. Fuck. Evan knew better. He was skipping steps. He wasn’t being the meticulous Dom he prided himself on being. One step he wouldn’t miss. He heard Seraphina settle on the bed.
“Safety word.” He demanded.
“Huh?” Seraphina sounded confused.
“Do you remember your safety word?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I can’t emphasise this enough. If you need it, use it.” He knew how gruff he sounded, so he softened his tone. “Please.”
“Yes. I promise.”
Evan turned to the counter where everything was laid out. “I’m going to pick out some things for us to play with. I’ll be right with you.” Tonight, he would focus on touch and sound. His excitement made it difficult to remember where everything was. In a pinch, he could access resources. It was just that he preferred not to. He placed his hand to the left, then moved up three spaces. There he found the remote. Perfect. Next, he located the Wartenberg wheel and an ostrich feather tickler. Oh, there were so many things he wanted to try. Her body was so responsive.
Evan had been so focused on his task that he forgot to check-in. Her moan drew his attention. He turned his head, listening carefully. Glad he hadn’t yet turned on the sound. He heard… Was she? Internally, he chuckled. My, wasn’t she impatient? “What are you doing, Sweet Girl?”
“Um.” She muttered. Trying again, she stammered “I, I…”
“Touching my pussy without permission.” He admonished.
“Place your hands over your head. Do not move them until I tell you.” Perhaps it was a tad arrogant to have the expectation that she would do as she was told, but it didn’t diminish his belief she would follow the instruction.
Evan brought the three items over.
“You didn’t want to wait for me?” He asked as he knelt beside her.
“I’m excited,” Seraphina answered. He used the feather to brush along her neck. It whispered across her collarbone. “Ah.” He then circled the fullness of her globes. He turned on the prepared autonomous sensory meridian response (ASMR) sensual soundtrack. Lustful breathing played softly in the background. Evan continued to move the feather across her skin. Her lusty moans soon accompanied the sounds of the track. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” She panted.
When the feather’s course reached her hips, he discovered she had pressed her thighs together. “Open.” He requested, and her legs fell open. Evan continued to move the feather along her thighs. First the outside, then the inside. It flickered across her folds. Her hips jackknifed off the bed as it brushed her clit. Seraphina’s humming sounded deep in the back of her throat. “What do you need, Sweet Girl?” He whispered, kissing along her jawline. When her answer wasn’t forthcoming, he nipped her earlobe.
“I need… to come.” Evan was there to fulfil her needs. Instead of continuing to use the feather, he switched to pinwheel. A gentle roll was made across one breast as he rotated the wheel. His fingers grazed her nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through her. His lips and tongue followed the path he had drawn with the wheel. Alternating between nipping and suckling. His groan filled the air when he came in contact with her wet folds. “You’re so wet.” He slipped his fingers into her sheath. His digits pumped deeply into her, without gentleness. Her breathing quickened as he moved with a steady rhythm, his movements becoming faster with each passing moment. God, he was hard. He wanted to replace his digits with his cock. “I’m coming.” She cried, granting him the briefest warning. Her thighs locked his hand in place as she shuddered.
“Again?” he offered.
“What?” She sounded delirious.
“Should I make you come again?” He asked.
“Yes.” She sighed. However, a few minutes later, Seraphina was screaming until she was hoarse. Her hand pressed his head between her thighs. While her hips were pumping, he licked up the essence of her flavour. He could feel his heart racing as he enjoyed her tangy flavour. As much as he would have loved to make her come all night, his cock was aching.
For a second, he was disoriented as he tried to recall where the condoms were. It would have been amazing to forgo them, but that wasn’t their agreement. Their foundation would always include her consent. One day, the barrier between them wouldn’t be needed. In the meantime, once he moved from between her thighs, he got his bearings. He hastened to cover himself in protection.
“Evan,” she groaned as he sunk into her core. “So, fucking perfect,” He praised. He didn’t know where he found the strength to keep his movements slow and steady. “Give me one more, Sweet Girl.”
“I don’t think I can, Evan.” Seraphina declined. Even though she circled her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Her nails grazed his back.
“Just one more.” He groaned. His thumb circled her clit, pushing her to another release. When his thrust became more urgent, her walls clamped around him, massaging him with every thrust. Her moans turned to pants, and the scent of her arousal permeated the air. When his thrust became more urgent, her walls clamped around him, massaging him with every lunge. His thrusts became deeper and harder, pushing her closer to the edge of pleasure. Her moans grew louder and her breath shallower as she neared her climax.
“Evan!” she shouted as her release bathed his cock. He followed close behind, his own pleasure building until he roared his release. The force of it muted every sound. He felt himself swell with pleasure as his own climax detonated. Her body began shaking and trembling beneath him as he continued to move inside her.
Her hands dropped from his back. “Oh, shit!” She sobbed. He was finally alerted to the fact that something wasn’t right. Evan halted his movement. “Too much,” she moaned. Another sob, he pulled from her core. He felt for the remote and shut off the sound. “Thanks.” She murmured.
“Hey, you’re all right.” Evan soothed, stroking her back. He sincerely hoped he was right. Because he had fucked up. How did he become so lost in the moment that he forgot to keep checking in with her? It would have been easier for him to keep track of how she handled all the sensations if he could have seen her. She should have told him how she felt. Maybe she would have if he had taken the time to be a better Dom and given her proper instructions. Her sobs gutted him. Eventually, her shuddering subsided.
Evan pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’m sorry, Seraphina.” His failure weighed on him like an anvil.
