I wanted to come again too.
But Master was making my brain work too hard.
I wanted to in relax and out clench. It should’ve been out clench because I wanted to keep him inside me.
In. Clench.
Out. Relax.
In. Clench.
Out. Relax.
I could do it.
Master moaned.
Yes, I could do it.
In. Clench.
Out. Relax.
The words repeated over and over in my head as he used my ass and moaned every time I tightened around his cock. He made the sexiest sounds and when I did a good job he spanked me.
Lopsidedly.
It wasn’t even.
It had to be even.
My bottom wasn’t going to be pretty if one side was pink and the other was red.
In. Clench.
Out. Relax.
God, he was so fast.
I couldn’t keep up.
Yes, my other cheek.
Somehow having both sides ache made my brain so happy it just turned off. Poof. Clench. Relax. That was all I had to do and it seemed like my sphincter didn’t need my brain to function.
That was really good because the last thing my brain noticed was Master making sexy sounds and then everything faded like the end of a movie.
When the lights in the theater started coming up again, I was lying on the bed and Anson was snuggled around me. Blinking up at him made him smile. “There you are.”
“My brain turned off.” Huh. “That’s weird, right?”
“No.” Anson chuckled, kissing me and stroking my cheek. “I’m pretty sure you found subspace. It looks different for every sub but your brain just found the right mix to check out and take a tiny vacation.”
So, not weird.
“I’m going to have more questions. Just warning you.” But I’d ask them later. “Is Mr. Jasper still there?”
How long had I been floaty?
