“Please,” I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“I love when you beg, Princess, but no, not yet. Be a good girl and hold it, and you’ll be rewarded handsomely,” she responded, her tone even as she kissed my lips.
Calla spun me back, and suddenly my body was flush against James, who’d made his way to us, leaving me caught between them, his eyes dark and burning, hers sharp and amused.
“You look so fucking good teetering on the edge, Baby girl,” he whispered in my ear.
My body hummed with the praise as I kissed him, while the music swelled, the crowd clapped, and the night glittered around us, but in that little circle of space, it was just the three of us, tethered by something more substantial than any vow.
And I knew, deep down, that she wasn’t done with us yet.
Not by a long shot.
The gala glittered on, but the moment Calla’s hand brushed the inside of my arm, I knew it was time. James and I followed her out of the ballroom like shadows, the music and laughter fading behind us as we slipped into the sleek black car waiting curbside.
The ride was silent, thick with tension. My thighs pressed together, desperate, my body aching from the game she’d been playing all night. James sat across from me, broad shoulders tense, eyes locked on the city lights racing by the window, but the rise and fall of his chest gave him away. We were both wound so tight we could barely breathe.
The car slid to a stop in front of a luxury hotel, the kind that dripped wealth fromits marble entrance and velvet carpets. The doorman tipped his hat, but Calla didn’t pause, leading us straight inside and into the elevator.
As the doors slid shut, sealing us off from the world, she finally turned to us. Her voice was velvet, cutting through the elevator’s hum.
“When we get to the room,” she said, her gaze flicking to me first, “you will strip, completely, then assume the wall position, with your palms flat and legs spread. I want you trembling when I touch you.”
Her eyes shifted to James, and I swore I saw his chest heave. “And you be a good boy,” she purred, “Strip, then assume the ready-to-please position. I want your knees spread, your hands behind your back, and your eyes down. You’ll wait until I decide you’ve earned the right to move.”
My whole body flushed, heat flooding every inch of me. My breath came fast, my heart pounding like a drum. James clenched his fists, but nodded, his voice low and rough when he answered, “Yes, Mistress.”
The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to reveal the penthouse suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the room, casting a cityscape of sparkling lights that resembled a million stars. The air smelled faintly of leather and champagne, polished wood sparkling under crystal chandeliers.
The second the door clicked shut behind us, Calla leaned against it, her expression cool, commanding, utterly in control.
“Well?” she said, arching a brow. “Strip.”
I walked seductively to her, turning my back, “Unzip me, please, Mistress,” my voice syrupy sweet.
She ran her fingers delicately from the nape of my neck until she reached my zipper, tugging it down slowly.
“Thank you,” I whispered, her touch rendering me weak. “My pleasure,” she replied as she leaned forward and kissed my neck just below my ear, “Now be a good girl, get naked, and assume the position.”
The unzipped gown slid down my body in a whisper until it pooled at my feet. Diamonds sparkling against my bare skin. James stripped too, his tux jacket hitting the floor, his shirt, trousers, and boxers following as he knelt, massive and powerful, yet obedient, his eyes downcast, every muscle in his body tight.
I pressed my palms against the wall, my cheek against the cool surface, my legs spread just as she commanded. Arousal evident by my sticky thighs. I was vulnerable, exposed, and aching.
“Good,” she said softly, power dripping from every syllable. “Now the real party begins.”
The room was dimly lit, all glass and crystal, but all I could feel was the shadow of her moving behind me. Calla’s heels tapped once, twice, before the sound stopped. Then warmth ghosted down my spine, her fingertip, a trail of fire.
“You’re shaking already,” she whispered. “You should be.”
My breath stuttered as she pushed the dolphin vibrator inside my gushing pussy, positioning the clit stimulator right where it needed to be. The jolt of pleasure caused my palms to press harder into the wall. I could sense that the pleasure she was bringing me was also pleasing James, and without looking, I knew he was just as undone.
A low whir filled the air as the toy flickered alive inside me, and I bit my lip sohard I tasted copper. My body jolted, traitorous, pressing back into the wall as if I could escape the surge of sensation.
And then James groaned, deep and raw, the sound vibrating in my bones, letting me know she’d turned the vibrating cock ring back on.
“Both of you,” Calla said, her voice velvet and steel, “tethered by my hand. Your pleasure is mine to play with, mine to deny, mine to grant.”
The hum rose higher, stronger. My knees trembled. James' breath hitched into short, sharp bursts.
