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He rose up on his knees, and with his free hand he traced the welts on my breasts with his fingers, his eyes dark and hooded. He stroked his cock faster, his breaths quick and shallow and uneven…watching him jack himself off was the hottest, most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
“Fuck,” he finally growled, his jaw clenching as he came in hot spurts all over my stomach, marking me in a way that made me feel like I belonged to him. Like I washis.
Chase sat back on his heels, his cock still twitching in his hand as he rubbed his thumb over the sensitive head and shuddered one last time.
Once he recovered from his own orgasm, he smiled down at me with pride in his eyes. “You did so well,” he murmured, and I soaked up the genuine compliment. “How do you feel?”
It took me a few seconds to find words, but there was really only one I needed. “Amazing.”
CHAPTER7
Chase
Holy shit.I couldn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed a scene so much. There was a certain connection and effortless chemistry with Andrea that was rare, making it easy to just be myself with her. To maintain all the control I needed, to be the dominant partner, and just watch her fall apart so beautifully for me.
I would have loved to stretch things out, to push her even further to test her pain threshold, but considering this was her first introduction to a flogger, my main concern was making it the best experience for her as possible. There was plenty of time to try other things on her, and to fuck her again properly.
I released her arms and legs from the restraints, massaging them as I uncuffed each limb, then helped her out of her lingerie and used a warm washcloth from the adjoining bathroom to clean her off. The image of her post-orgasm, her skin red from my flogger, my cum coating her stomach, was one that would stay with me for a good long while.
Andrea was pliant as I gathered her up into my arms and carried her over to the loveseat in the room. I set her down, wrapping her in a blanket to make sure she stayed warm while I stripped out of my jeans, put on a pair of casual sweatpants, then went to the kitchen to grab a bottled water and the dessert I’d promised her: chocolate lava cake.
When I returned, I set the items down on the table next to the sofa, then picked her up and settled her on my lap. She pulled the blanket tighter around her and cuddled against my chest. I made sure she drank the water and fed her the cake, and ate a few bites myself.
Andrea hummed in pleasure, which made me smile…something I did a lot around her, I was starting to notice. She didn’t talk for a bit, but I didn’t mind. A lot of submissives went nonverbal after an intense scene. There was no awkwardness between us. In fact, being with her felt very relaxing and natural, in a way that was surprisingly effortless.
Once the cake and water were finished, I set that aside and pulled her close, idly stroking her hair, enjoying the way her body softened against mine and she sighed in contentment. Some people seemed to think that aftercare was just for subs, as a way to ease them back into reality and reset their equilibrium after an intense scene, but with Andrea, I—shockingly—found I appreciated this quiet time just as much. It gave me the chance to really feel how relaxed and satisfied she was, and to revel in the knowledge that I was the one responsible for her current blissed out status.
After a while, Andrea stirred against my chest and lifted her head, smiling up at me. “That was…” She searched for words and settled with, “Wow.”
I completely understood. “It’s a lot, isn’t it?”
She nodded, but then frowned up at me. “I wanted…your cock.”
I chuckled as I alternated between running my fingers through her soft, silky hair and massaging her scalp. “Greedy girl. I didn’t want to overdo things tonight.”
She bit her bottom lip, her eyes shining with a glimmer of desire. “It was definitely hot watching you jerk yourself off and come all over my stomach.”
I loved that she enjoyed the filthier aspects of sex.
“How did you get so good at this?” she asked, her finger idly tracing the line work on one of the tattoos on my chest. “I know you’re teaching me, but I’m a sub. How do you teach a dom?”
I shrugged. “Finding other more experienced doms to watch while they worked with their subs, and to practice BDSM with those doms watching and guiding.”
“What got you into the lifestyle?” she asked curiously. “I mean, for me I read romance novels and I started to just gravitate to the ones with heavy BDSM in them. Then I started seeking it out online, reading about all the different aspects of BDSM and fantasizing about what I wanted.”
My jaw clenched before I could stop the reaction. My reasons were deep and dark and not something I’d ever shared with anyone ever before. My gravitation toward dominant tendencies were based in a form of PTSD and that fear of losing control again, as I had in the military. I had no desire to dredge up those unsettling memories, so I kept my explanation short and simple.
“I served in the Navy for six years. Once I was discharged I was different.” An understatement, considering how that one horrific incident in the military had changed the course of my life in ways I’d never anticipated.
“Different?” Andrea glanced up at me, tipping her head to the side. “What does that mean?”
Her expression was so open and guileless as she stared up at me, and I saw the questions there, as if she knew I wasn’t giving her the whole truth…which clearly, I wasn’t. But how did I explain to someone so bright, so full of life, that control for me wasn’t just a preference, it was a necessity to keep the darkness at bay?
I exhaled slowly and looked away, fixing my gaze on the bed across from us, anything but her. “It’s not something I talk about,” I said gruffly, but here I was, giving this woman more insight than I’d given any other play partner in recent years. “Control…dominance…it’s not just something I enjoy. It’s something Ineed.”
She didn’t interrupt me. Didn’t prod. Just listened, quiet and still as she remained curled up in my lap like a complacent kitten.
I glanced down at her, meeting her soft, curious gaze. “When I was in the military, I lost men under my command,” I told her, the words scraping out like shards of glass. “It was supposed to be a clean, in and out op, but we were given bad intel. One wrong decision from me and…those men died.”
