Chapter 11

11

Connor

His balls ached, his cock ached—for two totally different reasons—and Mistress Julie was scraping the sensitive spot just under his balls and making his sphincter tighten in fear. Not because he didn't want her finger in his ass; it was just an instinct. That and if she scraped her nail over the sensitive skin around his anus, it was probably going to hurt even more than the strokes over his perineum.

Before tonight, Connor wouldn't have said he enjoyed pain that much. During the classes, he'd liked the flogger and the crop, while he'd tolerated the belt, the paddle, the whips, and the cane. None of the latter had been a turn-on. He hadn't had much use for sensation play.

Now, he was wondering if his disinterest had been because of his lack of interest in the person causing the sensations… and conversely, his current interest was because it was Mistress Julie touching him. Tugging on him. Squeezing his balls.

He groaned again, thrusting his hips up through the tight grip of her fingers, yet also trying to keep from moving too much because he didn't want to accidentally tip her off his thighs. The curve of her bottom rested on his legs, her knees pressed against the outside of his thighs, and if he moved too much, he might trap her hand between his legs or even send her tumbling.

Since he wanted a reward and not a punishment, he was determined to do neither.

Fuck, he wished he was tied up. Gripping the sheets to keep himself still was getting harder and harder.

As if she heard his thought, Mistress Julie released his balls—and sadly, his cock as well.

"Arms above your head, Connor." She smiled as he let out a sigh of relief. Being cuffed to the bed would be so much easier than trying not to touch her on his own.

Of course, he hadn't considered exactly how torturous the process would be.

Mistress Julie didn't move off him or to the side. Instead, she moved over him—breasts hanging down in front of his face, pussy hovering over his body—but she'd told him not to touch her until directed.

No, she told me to keep my hands to myself unless she told me to touch her.

It was a semantics argument, but as her pert, dark pink nipple dangled in front of his lips, he wondered if it might be worth arguing. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips… then she shifted, dangling the other nipple in front of him. Leather closed around both of his wrists now, holding him in place, giving her full access to his body.

His cock felt like it was going to break off, it was so fucking hard.

Pressing his lips together, he breathed through his nose and closed his eyes. Maybe if he couldn't see her breasts hovering right above him, he'd forget they were there… forget her nipple was right…

Something brushed against his lips, and he jerked his head back, eyes flying open.

Mistress Julie looked down at him with amusement, running her hands from the cuffs down his arms to his neck, then up to cup his face. Her fingers stroked the scruff on his cheeks, the sensation rippling through him. Even though she was no longer holding his dick and balls, he could still feel the strain, the tightness around them for some reason.

"You are… a very good boy," she whispered before pressing her lips against his.

It was a sweet, hot kiss that deepened quickly, and suddenly, Connor really wished that his hands w ere free. His arms jerked, pulling at the restraints, wanting to wrap them around her, wanting to touch her. She tightened her thighs around his chest, her hair brushing against the inside of one of his arms as she kissed him.

His lower body was moving again, pushing up, his cock seeking her… but she was too far away. He groaned against her lips, and her tongue slid into his mouth, dancing with his. The wood of the bed creaked, his muscles flexing, and his desire to touch her grew with every second.

When she lifted her lips from his, he was panting from the strain, from the need coursing through him.

For a long moment, she studied his expression, her dark gaze fathomless, then she smiled again. Let go of his face. Put her hands against his chest and used that to leverage herself back and up, so that her pussy hovered above his cock.

"When was the last time you had sexual contact, Connor?" she asked.

"It's been months, Ma'am," he admitted. Though he'd scened, they'd all been platonic. He'd done an awful lot of cuddling, but his dick had become less and less interested post- scene as he hadn't been getting what he truly wanted—needed. He knew why she was asking, though. "I was tested last month."

Reaching down, she grasped his cock.

"For me, too, and I was tested this month. I'm on birth control." She pumped her hand, and he shuddered, the wooden frame creaking again as he pulled at the cuffs. "We can still use a condom." Raising one eyebrow at him, she waited for his answer, giving his dick a little squeeze.

"I'm good without if you are, Ma'am." Connor completely trusted her. If she wasn't worried about getting pregnant, then he wasn't worried about her getting pregnant.

And, hell, if she did anyway, they'd make it work. He'd make sure of it.

A slow smile spread across her face.

"Then I very much think I'd like to feel you inside me." Mistress Julie pressed the tip of his dick against her pussy, moving the head back and forth to slicken it with her arousal. The hot, wet touch of her body made him whimper, his hips trying to thrust up, but her grip was too strong, all of her weight pressing down on him to keep him in place.

Fuck.

Being at her mercy was the best and worst thing that had ever happened to him.

The worst only because he couldn't do anything he wanted to do. The best because not being able to do anything allowed him to completely relax and enjoy himself. It didn't matter what he wanted to do—or, at least, it mattered to her, but he didn't have to think about it. She was going to take care of it… take care of him. The weight of responsibility for her pleasure had been completely taken off him—she was going to make sure he pleased her.

Not that he was able to think about that for more than a few seconds. Mistress Julie started sinking down on his cock, and all the thoughts flew out of his head. He groaned, thrusting up into the soft, wet heat of her pussy, pushing deeper. It was like she weighed nothing on top of him, her body lowering to meet his, his upward movement going unchecked as she took him within her.

"Oh God…"

"I think you mean ‘goddess'," she corrected in a murmur, her hands pressing against his chest as she rose up and then sank down again.

Connor could only moan in response as the hot, slick pleasure rolled over him, taking away his thoughts and his words.

Woman on top had always been his favorite position, even before he'd realized it was partly because he liked the woman in charge of her own pleasure. This was different from any other experience, though.

With vanilla women, they might enjoy being on top, but they still expected him to be in control often enough—using his hands, moving them, thrusting beneath them. Submissives even more so, constantly checking to make sure he was enjoying himself and that they were doing what he wanted.

Mistress Julie just did exactly as she pleased, taking what she wanted—and what she wanted was the whole of his cock. She sank down onto him, gasping a little when the head bumped against her cervix before she'd quite reached his groin.

"Damn, you're big," she said, flexing her fingers on his chest, the tips ruffling through his chest hair. His cock ached as she clenched around him. "It's a good thing I like that feeling."

He didn't have a chance to ask what feeling before she was rising and falling over him again, coming down hard enough to make herself shudder when he filled her up again.

Oh. That feeling.

Yeah. He fucking liked that, too.

Julie

Connor was too big.

At least his dick was in this position. There were other positions that wouldn't cause him to completely bottom out every time they joined together, but Julie didn't care. She liked the feeling of him coming to the end of her, the sensation of his cock bumping against her cervix again and again. It hurt, but it felt good, too, like she was as full as she could possibly get.

She knew that it wasn't a sensation every woman enjoyed, but she always had… she'd just never experienced it with a real cock before. While she'd been with other men who were well-endowed, Connor was the most endowed.

"Fuck!" He jerked against the restraints again as she sank onto him, making her wonder exactly what he would be doing with his hands if she hadn't cuffed them to the bed.

Hearing the wood creak every time he pulled on them made her clench around him. All that power, all that strength, all tightly leashed just for her. Flexing her thighs, she moved up and down, riding him at the pace and rhythm she wanted to, using him for her own pleasure and enjoying the way he writhed beneath her in response. His panting groans were coming faster as she moved, his body rippling underneath her.

It was a little like riding a stallion or a bronco. She didn't always have full control… he was able to lift her up when he lifted his hips.

Wild and exhilarating. That's what riding Connor was.

She kept her hands on his chest, her breasts bouncing as she moved, breathing heavily from the exertion as their mutual pleasure grew. Digging her nails into his flesh, she curved her lower legs around, her ankles pressing down on his thighs to help her keep her balance. The effect was that he wasn't able to thrust upward quite as easily, giving her fuller control over their movements.

"Mistress… please…"

"I like the way you beg," she murmured, scratching her nails down his chest. Her own orgasm was hovering just on the edge of her senses, but she was holding it back the same way she was making him hold his. "Beg me again, Connor."

"Fuck…" He groaned. "Mistress, please, I need to cum…"

Her body shuddered, pussy clenching around the thick shaft filling it, and she slammed herself down on him again. The head of his cock mashed against her cervix, taking her breath away at the fullness of the sensation, the impact of his dick against her insides.

"Come for me, Connor." She moved her hands to his nipples, pinching them hard and making him yelp. "Come for me."

She moved again, up and back down as she spoke, and he let out a hoarse cry, his hips thrusting upward to meet her stroke. Liquid heat billowed inside her, his cock throbbing and pulsing against her clenching muscles as she let her own pleasure run free. Wave after wave of intense ecstasy washed through her, accompanied by the hot spurts of his cum flooding her.

It was a damn good thing she was on birth control because he was so deep inside her, he was practically cumming in her womb.

"Fuck…" Julie sighed with repletion and slumped over atop him, panting, her head coming to rest on his chest. She could hear his heart pounding, her head lifting with his breath, as they both quivered in the aftermath.

His chest was a little damp, but so was her cheek.

Talk about a hot session.

"That was…" His hoarse voice trailed off, as though he couldn't find the words.

Julie tensed, then made herself relax. Just because he didn't know what to say didn't mean he was thinking anything bad. She lifted her head, propping her elbows on his chest so she could rest her head on her hands and look at him.

His hazel eyes were slightly glazed, darker than they normally looked—though it might just be the lighting. Lips parted, he was still panting slightly for breath. It probably didn't help that she was lying on top of him, but she didn't feel like moving yet. And he hadn't complained.

He met her gaze.

"That was amazing."

Relief rushed through her, and her lips curved in a slow smile.

"I'm so glad to hear that," she said sincerely. It had been amazing for her, too. Just like their first date had been. Amazing enough that part of her was already wondering what she was getting herself into, but she pushed those thoughts to the side.

She didn't know where they were going; that was the point. If she was falling a little faster than she was comfortable with… well, those were her emotions to deal with. Especially when it came to her emotions and the baggage she came with.

"Let's get cleaned up." Stretching forward, she brushed her lips over his in another kiss, making him sigh. But a good sigh. The sigh of a content man, a happy submissive.

The grin didn't leave his face even when she left him there, still cuffed to the bed, to go clean up in the bathroom and get a cloth to wipe him down with. When he did get his arms free, he carefully wrapped them around her, snuggling her against him. She'd never been in quite this position before, on her back with a man literally wrapped around her while he rested his head on her chest, her legs draped over his.

He was on his side, one arm beneath him, the other curled over her body. Her feet dangled a few inches above the bed, thanks to how thick his thighs were. His groin was snugged up against her ass, but he was completely soft at the moment.

Julie played with his hair with her free hand, fighting back a yawn.

"Connor…" She trailed off as she was met with a light snore. He'd fallen asleep.

She could wake him. Probably should wake him. Spending the night together was intimate in a way she wasn't sure they were ready for. They'd said they'd date, not jump right into a relationship.

But…

She didn't want to wake him up. Didn't want to disengage from the way he was wrapped around her. Didn't want the night to end.

So, she didn't.

Even as she fell asleep, though, the thought lingered in her mind…

I hope I don't regret this.