"Thank you, Greta." I squeezed Gavriel's hand, his pulse a hummingbird beneath my fingertips. "If you’ll excuse us, we do have plans."
As we entered the main play space, Gavriel’s eyes scanned the entirety of the room. Different from Paradise, the Lounge was elegant in its depravity, with crystal chandeliers illuminating scenes of exquisite dominance and submission. A woman in red leather was flogging her male submissive on a St. Andrew's cross. Nearby, Freddie, a non-binary dom, had their partner for the evening bound in an intricate rope harness, suspended just inches from the floor.
I led Gavriel to a velvet settee near the edge of the room, positioning him at my feet as I sat. My fingers found their way into his hair, stroking gently.
"This is a sanctuary," I whispered, tugging his long hair to tip his head back to look into his eyes. "No one here knows who you are outside these walls. No one cares about anything except the exchange of power and pleasure."
His eyes, usually so guarded, were vulnerable now. "And what are we doing here, Goddess?"
"Being.” He tilted his head in a manner that was so puppylike. Lifting my hand to cup his cheek as I pulled on the silver chain to bring him closer to me, I breathed, “Pleasure. Yours and mine. Here, we aren’t Elin and Gavriel—the club owner and Owl’s Talon. Here we are Goddess and Pretty Boy.”
His Adam’s apple moved and heat clouded his eyes. “Yes, Goddess. How may I serve you?”
“You want to serve me already?” I placed a finger under his chin, and he shifted his weight. “We have all night. What is the rush?”
“Since we walked in here, other men and women have been looking at you.”
I nodded. “I am Lady E. I’m well known here.”
His bound hands ran up my thighs and then nudged for me to spread them. I obliged with a cocked eyebrow. “Please, Goddess. I need to taste you on my tongue, and your Pretty Boy wants to show them just how much he can pleasure you.”
“For all to see in this room?” He nodded. “I didn’t think you a performer. Though, if you need to show everyone just who owns you . . .” I gripped his hair, and a moan came from him as his gaze met mine. In my peripheral, I saw indeed had the attention of a few of the members here. Smirking, I lifted my chin and commanded, “Then eat me, Pretty Boy. Make me cum all over your face.”
Spreading my legs wide and resting my heels on the edge of the settee, Gavriel kissed up my thighs before kissing my clit through the barely there fabric of my thong. Wrists bound together, he snaked his fingers in to move the fabric over before he once again looked up to me and, with his tongue wide and flat, licked me from back to front, flicking over my clit. He did it a few more times, knowing he was teasing me.
If he wanted a performance, I’d give him one. I tipped my head back, gripped his hair, and growled, “Eat, Pretty Boy. Stop teasing your Goddess.” Then I shoved his face into my pussy, where he did indeed lick and suck me just how I liked it.
As I looked down at him, his attention was fully on me. My focus swept around the room, and there were indeed a few couples and one woman a few seats over watching us. She was staring with rapped attention, her hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples.
Fuck, this is hot.
I rolled my hips against his face, enjoying the feeling of him swirling his tongue up into my pussy. “You like this?” He nodded. “There are a few couples watching and a woman touching herself.” My gaze flicked to her as I moaned and sucked in my bottom lip as she slipped her hand down her panties.“Everyone here knows I don’t allow my subs to touch me. They know you are special, Pretty Boy.”
He hummed against me, the vibration shooting electricity up my spine as I ground against his mouth. My fingers twisted in his hair, yanking him closer, harder, demanding more. Across from us, a woman straddled her partner, impaling herself on him with an indecent moan. His voice cut through the haze—"Watch her face," he commanded his submissive. "See how his Goddess comes undone."
Gavriel's teeth grazed my clit, making me gasp. He pulled back just enough to tear the fabric completely away, his eyes black with hunger. "You're magnificent when you lose control, Goddess."
"Did I say you could stop?" I snarled, shoving his face back between my thighs. "Make. Me. Come."
He devoured me then—no gentleness, no teasing. His thumb thrust deep inside me while his finger went from my pussy to my ass without warning. The sudden invasion made my vision blur, my back arching off the chair. "Fuck! Yes, pretty boy!"
His tongue became relentless, flicking and circling my clit while his fingers worked me open, stretching, claiming. I was beyond shame, beyond control, screaming filthy commands as the pressure built to unbearable heights. "Harder—fuck—ruin me—don't you dare fucking stop—"
When I finally shattered, it wasn't an orgasm but an annihilation. My scream tore through the Lounge as my body convulsed violently, wetness gushing over his face, his chin, his neck. "That’s my boy!" I howled as he used my own slickness to drive into my ass, prolonging my release until I was sobbing, shaking, destroyed.
As I lowered myself back down, he slid his fingers from me but blew softly on my clit, making my legs twitched with the sensation. Slowly, he kissed his way up my body as I tried tocatch my breath. When he reached my lips, he whispered, “Now they all know that I am yours.”
“That’s one way to piss a circle around me.”
He smiled as I pressed a soft kiss to his lips before straightening up. When the assistant came by with cleaning wipes, he cleaned me up, then himself, before taking his position at my feet again.
We watched in silence for a while, my hand never leaving his hair, occasionally drifting to the nape of his neck, where I knew he was sensitive. I could feel the tension gradually leaving his body.
My gaze swung around at a familiar voice. “Put your forehead on my knee, Pretty Boy.”
He did so without question, and I softly massaged his neck. When the woman came up, she smiled and sat next to me. “Elin, what are you doing here?”
She was one of the owners of Onyx Urbane, one of our many suppliers for alcohol. “Hi, Cheryl. Here, I am Lady E.”
