He’s lying on top of my back, his weight holding down my body. I can’t move, but I don’t think that I could even if he weren’t on top ofme.
He stays inside me until his softening cock slips out. Once we’re no longer joined, he rolls to his back to lie beside me. “Be at ease,bebelle.”
“Be atease?”
“It means that you can speak freely. You don’t have to formally address me as Master unless I tell you to resume your submissive role.” He rises and leans over my body to kiss my shoulder. “I don’t usually let my submissive orgasm, but I found out last night that your pussy is heaven when you come around my cock. I couldn’t resist; there’s nothing in the world likeit.”
“I didn’t control the orgasm. I just got lucky with the timing.” I might as well tell thetruth.
“Thank you for being honest about that.” His hand rubs my back, and it easily glides over my skin thanks to the sweat he deposited there when he was pressed on top of me. “There’s an art to learning how to edge. I’ll teach you how we can control ittogether.”
“To edge?” Edge is averb?
“That’s when you build your sexual excitement to the point that you almost come, and then you stop and let it smolder. You deny yourself of an orgasm. After you build and deny several times, your body will explode when you finally do come. The orgasm is incredibly powerful, but it’s time-consuming and takes a ton of patience. And self-restraint. I didn’t have any of those things in me after I saw you on your knees in the submissiveposition.”
He moves down my body, kissing along my spine, and slides his hand between my legs. “We have nowhere to be. Turn over and spread your legs. We’ll begin your first lesson inedging.”
He wants to teach me how to control my orgasm. Postpone it until it becomesexplosive.
I’m okay withthat.
Maybe this submissive thing won’t be so bad afterall.
