I keep my focus on him, on his blue eyes. I also asked for no blindfold. If something happens, I want to see what’s going on. He also agreed to use panic snaps on the wrist cuffs, so if I needed to free myself, I could. My ankle cuffs will remain unattached.
I mean, I trust Lucius and the club staff, but itisa Saturday night. Shit can happen quickly.
He hooks the panic snaps to my wrist cuffs, turns me face-forward against the cross, and hooks them to the chains on the cross. The smooth lacquered wood and vinyl padding feels cool against my naked flesh as he turns back to his bag.
Dexter steps behind me, the length of his body pressed along mine. “And for your peace of mind, love.” He presses the fingers of both my hands around items, and when I look, I realize they’re two sharpened pencils.
Yeah, I frickingsnort, okay? I’m…
Well, I can’t say I’m only human, can I? Not anymore.
His fingers slip between my legs, where I’m wet for him still. I moan as he teases me, pressing two fingers deep inside me, and he nips my earlobe. “Is this where I make a joke about it being bigger on the inside?”
I laugh so hard my knees nearly give out. “Asshole.”
Never should have got him started onDoctor Who. He’s still salty that I didn’t warn him they fridged Ianto inTorchwood.
Got one hell of a spanking when that episode made him cry.
But everyone was a winner, because I got spanked, and then fucked. Only losers that night were Ianto and Captain Jack.
He smacks my ass, hard, with his other hand. “Whatwas that, love?”
“Master Asshole.”
And then we’re laughing, when I’m not yelping, as he fingers and spanks me and uses nearly every toy he brought on me.
Because we laugh.
Alot.
All the fricking time.
I don’t even know how long we’ve been there because time sort of dissolves when he gets me in the zone.
Yeah, yeah, I get it now. No more looking down my nose at the slutty little club Dobbys. Igetit.
He moves in close. At some point, he lost the vest and unbuttoned his shirt because I feel his bare chest pressing against my back. “Almost done, girl.”
The singletail cuts a stripe of fire across the back of my right shoulder, and now funtime’s over. I let out a shriek before I clamp down on it. I’m certain every eye in the place is probably on us now, but I’m keeping my eyes closed.
I just want it to be us.
Me and my Master.
The second hit is to the back of my left shoulder, another deep one that I’m certain drew blood.
He leans in and licks the first one, then the second, slowly, every touch of his tongue making my lady bits clench and ache to be filled.
I hear him smack his lips as he sucks the popper on the end of the whip, too, kinky bastard.
Another two flicks, to my already tenderized ass this time, and yeah, those hurt like a motherfucker.
Except he licks the pain and blood away, and I know what he’s doing.
He doesn’t want me to have open wounds that will attract too much attention and make him have to wave in a DM to back off another vamp.
Because what he’s doing is biting the inside of his cheek, so he’s licking his own blood across my flesh and healing the marks.
