Chapter 34

34

Julie

Shows at Marquis were always as much about the theatrics as they were about the sensuality. Yesterday, she and Connor had done a very brief run-through of how the scene would go, though without the actual flogging. She was going to be doing the two-handed Florentine method for the show—which was quite beautiful to watch and should be highly enjoyable for their audience—then they'd depart to go to their private room for the pegging.

Her body hummed just thinking about it.

The only thing that had thrown her off was Connor's declaration of love. Mostly because he'd said the exact words she'd been thinking at that moment and trying to find the courage to say. He'd done it first, and she'd been so thrown off by the coincidence that she had responded reactively instead of with the smooth, calm, assured response she wished she had.

Yet she had no regrets.

It had been very them.

She was still floating high off the emotions.

The lights on the stage went down, and she and Connor moved to it. They'd been waiting in the darkness, so their eyes didn't take much adjusting. The large wooden frame—like a huge doorway with braces on either side—stood in the center of the stage with two chains hanging down, cuffs attached to the end of them.

Luke and Olivia were right behind them—they were the ones who actually put Connor in the cuffs while Julie got into place behind him with her floggers. One in each hand, she hefted the weight, watching as Olivia and Luke's shadows moved away from her man.

They retreated from the stage, and the lights began to come up again, along with a throbbing base beat that pulsed through her body. With the way they were positioned, it was impossible to see into the booths. Julie had no idea who was watching them. She wasn't sure whether that would make things better or worse for Connor.

Slowly circling around him, she swung the floggers a few times for dramatic effect, not actually touching his skin with them.

Although her circling was part of the show, part of the build, she was also using it to make sure he was okay. All signs pointed to yes—his breathing was even and steady, his muscles were relaxed, and the bulge at the front of his pants said he was already hard.

Of course, that last could happen even if he was uncomfortable, but combined with the other signs she was looking for, it was pretty telling.

Breaking from what they'd rehearsed for just a moment, she stepped forward to go up on her toes and press her lips to his for a swift kiss before stepping back again. Connor grinned at her, his eyes shining. He was enjoying himself.

Julie felt the last of her tension, her nerves, relax. Now, she'd be able to enjoy herself, too.

Moving back around behind him, she swung one of the floggers, sweeping it outward in a pretty spray of multi-stranded leather before she took her place to make sure she knew the length of her reach.

The music started to swell as she lifted her hands and began to move them in the figure-eight pattern that pattered against Connor's back. She couldn't hear him groan, but she knew he did as his muscles flexed, his body arching against the sensation of leather falling against his skin. Breathing in time with the bass, Julie let herself fall into the rhythm of the flogging, her entire focus narrowing to what her hands were doing and how Connor was reacting.

His pale skin turned pinker, darker under the flogger, his shoulders rolling, back muscles flexing as he took the beating. Julie kept one eye on his hands—if he needed a break, he would open and clench his right fist twice in a row. She was watching both hands, though, just in case.

The music rose and fell, and she let the floggers drop.

This was one of the designated breaks when she was able to pace around him again. Switching her floggers to be held in one hand so she could reach up to touch his skin, Julie rubbed her palm over his warmed back and shoulders. It wasn't quite hot to the touch—yet—but it was sensitized, and she felt him shudder. The sensation of power was heady.

Moving around to his front, she kept the hand on him, so she was touching his chest by the time she was looking up at him. He was still smiling, a happy smile that demanded she smile back in return.

"Good boy," she murmured, loud enough that he'd be able to hear it despite the music. His smile widened. The pouch holding his cock had lengthened with it, showing off his very erect hard- on. Julie ran her hand down the outside of the leather to tease him before she moved on.

Walking back around behind him, she got back into position. This time she aimed the flogger lower, turning the pale cheeks of his ass a nice, bright pink, bisected by the line of black leather that was above and between those brightening cheeks. And when she was done turning it a nice bright color, it was going to be time to peg it.

Connor

Feeling almost drunk from the sensations buzzing through him, Connor grinned at Olivia and Luke as they helped him through the Dungeon Room and to the bed. Julie was following along behind him. It was nice to have the extra help, so he didn't have to try to get a hold of himself. He could just let them take care of him.

They helped him onto the bed, and Connor rolled onto his back, his leather-clad cock pointing up at the ceiling. The feel of the comforter against his sensitized shoulders and ass made him shudder, his cheeks clenching around the plug inside him. He felt dizzy and happy and incredibly aroused.

"Have fun, buddy," Luke said, giving Connor's shoulder a pat.

"Thanks." Connor had already had fun, but he was looking forward to the next part, even though his nervousness was growing. Understandably. He was going to be doing something he'd never done before.

Something that was incredibly intimate just because of what it was.

But he wanted it. With her. His Julie. His Mistress. He wanted to give her everything. Every part of him.

He wasn't sure how long he was staring up at the ceiling thinking about that—he really did feel drunk or like his head was floating in the clouds—when a noise made him turn his head. There she was. Mistress Julie. Naked now, no more corset or skirt. The only thing she was wearing was a harness holding a large, tanned cock to her hips. It jutted out in front of her.

It wasn't as big as Connor's dick, but considering where she was planning to put it, it was intimidatingly sized. Even though she'd shown it to him ahead of time, now that the moment was here, it seemed bigger. Or maybe it just looked bigger because she was wearing it. His heart started pounding faster, feeling as if it was getting ready to jump out of his chest.

Crawling up onto the bed, her eyes were alight with anticipation, her tongue flicking out to wet her lower lip.

"What's your color, Connor?" she asked as she reached for the tie on his cock pouch, pulling the string so she could tug the leather off his erection. The feel of it sliding over his shaft, the cool air in the room suddenly wafting over his skin, did nothing to quell how hard he was. In fact, it only made him harder.

"Green, Mistress."

Nervous, but green. He sure as hell didn't want her to stop.

Putting her hands on his legs, she pushed them upward, bending them at the knee and bending him at the waist so she could reach the base of the plug, then tugged gently, twisting the toy inside him rather than immediately pulling it out. Connor shuddered, reaching up to grab the headboard, so he had something to hold on to as the sensations rolled through him.

Then she tugged, and he felt himself stretch for the bulb before closing as the plug slid out, leaving him empty. Julie leaned over to put the plug in a little basin on the nightstand. She picked up a tube of lube at the same time.

With his legs still tucked up against his body, his ass was completely exposed and vulnerable.

Slicking the lube over her cock, Julie smiled wickedly at him.

"Ready?" she asked, dropping the tube beside her and shifting forward, settling herself between his feet where they were raised in the air. The head of the cock nestled against his anus, which ached emptily without the plug.

"Yes, Mistress. As ready as I'm going to be." Which was the full, truthful answer. He didn't feel entirely ready but didn't think he ever would feel entirely ready. How could he be ready for something he'd never experienced before?

He couldn't.

Mistress Julie's hands came down on his knees, pressing them back toward his chest as the cock began to push forward.

Connor groaned. The dildo was about as thick around as the bulb on the plug he'd had inside him, but the plug had been tapered. It had started out very small and grown to that size, and once it was inside him, the ring of his sphincter had been able to close around the neck between the bulb and the base.

This was entirely different.

This stretched him immediately, with no gradual taper and no end to the stretch. Connor groaned at the discomfort, the sting, and the pleasure. Mistress Julie leaned in, keeping his legs pinned to his body, her hips moving back so that the cock retreated… then thrusting in again, deeper this time. The slickness of the lube made for easier entry, but it also meant that his spasming hole couldn't slow the toy's advance the way his body was desperate to.

It was enough to make his erection subside slightly as his asshole burned. Mentally, he didn't feel any less aroused, but his bodily reaction as he adjusted to being invaded changed.

"Good boy," Mistress Julie crooned, reaching forward with one hand to rub her fingers through his chest hair. His chest moved up and down as he panted, his body adjusting to its new proportions. "Open up for me."

"Fuck!" The tip of the cock rubbed over a spot inside him that made his own dick jerk in response. He shuddered, his ass clenching down around the cock still sliding deeper into it, which only made the sensations more intense.

Mistress Julie moaned, also shuddering as she bottomed out, her body pressing against his, the leather base of the strap-on rubbing against his cheeks. Letting her hand slide down his happy trail, she reached his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, gripping him as she began to move.

"Oh fuck… fuck…" Connor nearly levitated off the bed as she began to both fuck and jerk him simultaneously, the rhythms flowing together. His back and ass tingled against the bed beneath him, adding to the sensation of full-body pleasure. He writhed helplessly, moving his hips to meet both her hand and her thrusts, caught in the give and take as waves of rapture battered his senses. "Fuck… please…"

"Hold on for me, Connor… don't cum yet…" Her voice was full of sensual need, her breath coming in gasps. He wasn't the only one highly aroused as she rode him, the dildo sliding back and forth inside him easily now. He was fully stretched open, his muscles clenched, making it burn a bit, but in a good way that had his toes curling.

He fought against the rising pleasure, shuddering and trying to distract himself. It was no easy task as she kept moving inside him, the cock sliding back and forth, pressing against his prostate. Her hand moved on his cock, precum sliding over her fingers, wetting his dick and adding to his growing ecstasy.

Panting, he strained, the headboard creaking as he gripped it tighter, feeling as if he was losing sensation in his fingers because he was holding on so tight.

"Please…" he begged, arching his back and closing his eyes against the sensual assault. Her fingers gripped, pulling on his cock as she filled him with hers. "Oh fuck, Mistress, please… I can't… I'm going to…"

"Come for me, Connor," she ordered with a gasp. "Come for me, good boy."

That was all it took. Her hand pumped, and he climaxed, his body shuddering with ecstasy as the build-up exploded through him, his cock pulsing against her fingers as jet after jet of cum finally released.

Julie

With her hand firmly wrapped around Connor's dick, she tilted it toward her. Warm liquid sprayed over her, streams of white cum spattering against her breasts and stomach, dripping down her. It was an utterly filthy sensation, and it tipped her over the edge as her clit rubbed against the inside of the strap-on. Her pussy clenched around the dildo inside her, and she cried out as his seed slid over her body, hot against her breasts and nipples, dripping down onto him.

She cried out, slamming hard into him, the waves of pleasure washing over her as she came.

It was hot, wet, and utterly satisfying.

Panting, she slumped over him, his cock softening in her hand. She reached up with her other hand to wipe her lightly damp hair from her forehead. Their gazes met, and she smiled down at him. Letting go of the headboard, he reached for her.

His hand cradled her head. She leaned forward, making him shudder. Their lips met in a kiss, gentle and sweet, his cum sliding across her body and onto his. It was perfect.