“Again,” he said, and fire traced along my shoulders.
I was panting now, my entire body alive with sensation. And then I felt the vibrator press against my clit, and I cried out.
“Remember,” Lex said, working the toy in slow circles. “You don’t come without permission.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He built me up slowly, bringing me right to the edge before pulling the vibrator away. Then more fire, this time across my ass. The combination of heat and denied pleasure was maddening.
“Please,” I gasped.
“Not yet.”
More fire. More vibration. Over and over, he alternated between the two, pushing me higher and higher. My mind started to float, consciousness narrowing to just sensation. Heat and pleasure and need.
“Look at you,” Lex murmured. “So damn beautiful taking everything I give you. My good girl.”
I couldn’t form words anymore. Could only feel. The fire became warmth and light. The vibrator became the entire world. I floated in the sensation, surrendering completely.
“That’s it,” Lex’s voice came from somewhere far away. “Let go. Just feel.”
I did. I let go of control, of thought, of everything except the pure experience of sensation. Time became meaningless. There was only the heat, the pleasure, the floating as I drifted. I didn’t realize I’d slipped into a deep subspace until I was already there. Weightless. Peaceful. Everything soft and distant and perfect. So this is what all the hype was about.
Now I understood…
I woke slowly, confusion clouding my thoughts. I was on a couch, wrapped in soft blankets. Majesty’s hand was stroking my hair, and Lex was pressing a cool cloth to my forehead.
“There she is,” Majesty said softly. “Welcome back, baby.”
“What happened?” My voice came out rough.
“You went deep,” Lex explained, his hand cupping my face. “Really deep. You’ve been in subspace for about thirty minutes or a little more. I had to get one of the Dungeon Monitors to get Majesty. You worried me, babygirl.”
Tears started falling before I could stop them. Not sad tears. Overwhelmed tears. Everything felt too big, too intense, too much.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Majesty soothed. “This is normal. Let it out.”
I sobbed against his chest while Lex moved the cool cloth to the back of my neck, both of them murmuring reassurances. Gradually, the crying subsided, leaving me feeling raw and open and strangely clean.
But as the emotional storm passed, something else rose in its place. Heat. Need. Arousal so intense it made me squirm.
“Lex,” I gasped. “I need...”
“I know what you need,” he said, his voice rough. “And you’re going to get it. But first, you need to drink this.”
He held a bottle of water to my lips, and I drank greedily. Majesty produced a chocolate bar, breaking off pieces and feeding them to me. Mmm… KitKat, my fav.
“Better?” Majesty asked after a few minutes.
“Yes, but”—I looked between them—“I’m so turned on I can’t think straight.”
“We noticed,” Lex said with a slight smile. “That’s also normal after intense scenes. The body processes the experience and converts it to arousal.”
“Can you do something about it?” I asked, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.
They exchanged a look.
“What do you think?” Majesty asked Lex. “Is she ready?”
