8. Claude

EIGHT

Claude

T here really was some kind of hypnosis going on. I didn’t know if it was Domspace or something else—it didn’t matter; not right now—but nothing existed outside of Arlene.

She really was gorgeous. A part of me was jealous of the way she lay beneath me, her body on display. She was braver than she’d ever admit. I could not be put on display. It wasn’t even about how I felt about my body. Vulnerability had never been my thing.

I wanted to dig into her mind, though, to understand every thought and choice that led her here. I needed to know what she was feeling, what it meant for her.

“So impatient,” I teased.

It was a meaningless tease; I was just as impatient. It was something new, something I hadn’t thought I’d be comfortable with, but there was something about the way Arlene gave herself to me. I couldn’t move away.

“Shut up.”

I laughed. My hand cupped one of her breasts while the other teased her nipple. I could’ve asked how sensitive her breasts were, but it was more fun to discover it on my own.

“You really are lucky I’m not a Sadist.”

“You sure about that?” Arlene’s voice came out breathier the more I teased her.

I wanted to see how far I could take it, how it would sound when she was completely wrecked.

“Sure about what?”

Something told me she had to be thinking I had a Sadist in me. Maybe I was the one thinking it.

I was both intrigued and annoyed by the idea of adding yet another layer to dissect and rediscover about myself.

That would all be for later, though. Now it was about Arlene, and the way she writhed over the sheets and let out little moans. She was sensitive, all right. I was barely doing anything. I knew she was aware. It was a good thing she wasn’t complaining.

I liked this, the kind of play that wasn’t just focused on specific body parts and a script to follow. It was what drew me to kink, after all. For a fleeting second, I wondered if I’d explained it right to her when we talked about it.

I kept that in mind as I wrapped my lips around one of her nipples and pinched the other with my fingers. Arlene’s hips bucked off the bed, lifting us both. A long, drawn-out moan slipped past her lips.

“I’ve heard some people can come just from nipple play,” I hummed nonchalantly. “You think we could try that?”

“Don’t you dare,” Arlene half-moaned, half-groaned.

We were so going to try it. Not tonight, though. I could be nice.

“Got it.”

The way she huffed was way more amusing than it had any right being. I should punish her for all that attitude. Instead, I shifted downwards and placed my lips on her stomach. Truth be told, I wasn’t completely sure of what I was doing. I was mostly following her lead. I spent longer on the areas that had her breath hitching. I licked and nipped the skin above her hipbone, her belly button. She was easy to read, everything so close to the surface I didn’t know how she kept it contained the rest of the time.

“Lift up your hips.”

The other day, I’d been daydreaming about this—what I’d do with her, how I’d behave, if things turned sexual. In my head, I took my time. I didn’t rush to get all her clothes out of the way. I didn’t take off her matching panties as if I needed to get access to her.

I wasn’t sure what was making me react this way. I just knew it was imperative that I gave her everything, that she left my place without a doubt that she’d be coming back for more.

Her clit was erect, reddened. I left it alone for now—mostly so that I could see the way her body stiffened when I drew near only to move away.

“You’re evil.”

“Now I don’t know about that.”

I let my lips ghost over her inner thighs. She shivered so beautifully, and I left goosebumps wherever I went. It was a heady feeling. I should’ve grabbed the bottle of lube earlier, though. I wanted to tease the skin around her hole, but I didn’t want to move. I liked the intimacy we were building, the way the air was charged around us, buzzing with possibilities. It felt like a spell, like a strange, ancient magic humans had forgotten about.

“Arlene?”

Her name felt like more when it came from my lips. It was another thing I’d never felt before. It stole my breath for a second. What on Earth was happening here?

“Yeah?”

I kissed the skin above her hip bone in an almost reverent gesture. I wanted to keep doing it. At this point, I was acting on instinct, but I went along with it.

“You feel it too?” Fuck. The question made me sound like a child, an insecure person starting to figure out what was what. I couldn’t take it back, though.

For a second, Arlene stayed still. She wasn’t even breathing. I knew because I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Then her eyes widened, and she swallowed audibly. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” I’d read into her tone later. For now, I scooted forward until I could reach the bottom drawer in the nightstand. I barely used it, but I kept a bottle of lube there—and a few single-use packets for when I was going out with someone who might need them but didn’t have the foresight to grab them. “That’s good.”

I memorized the way Arlene’s chest moved up and down as she watched.

Did she think I stored something dark in there? Or maybe this was affecting her even more than it was affecting me. Or she was worse at keeping those emotions to herself.

I showed her the bottle just in case. “This okay?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes fluttered close after she nodded. “You’re good. You’re great.”

I didn’t really know what to do with praise half of the time. It wasn’t a big problem here, solely because I could bury my face against the curvature of her thigh.

Arlene shivered. Oddly enough, it was exactly the reaction I needed—to remember I was the one in control. This was about getting Arlene to do more of that, to lose herself in her own pleasure.

With a subtle nod to myself, I uncapped the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount of my fingers. I wasn’t a fan of cold lube.

“Can you hold your legs for me?”

“Huh?”

I smirked. Getting her to stop functioning really was easy. I dropped the bottle of lube and used my free hand to nudge her leg until she got what I meant. It didn’t take her long.

A part of me wanted to check in with her that the position was okay. It was more exposed, but I was selfish. First, I wanted her exposed. Second, it didn’t take a genius to realize that she was the most turned on when she was exposed. Driving her wild brought me a strange sense of pleasure.

My body responded to being in charge of hers.

With her body folded in half, I had the perfect access to keep taunting her. I stuck to what I’d promised, though, which was sucking her clit while fingering her. It wasn’t a hardship when Arlene was so open about the way it affected her.

Obviously, I didn’t rush into it. There was no fun in that. No. Instead, I teased the wrinkled skin of her rim with a lubed finger while I caressed her taint. Arlene moaned, writhed slightly. A soft press of my pads against the sensitive skin made her stay still.

I’d remember that.

It was always good to be prepared.

“Good girl.”

It was also good to give praise, or so people said. It was definitely good with Arlene. The words seemed to wash through her body with the way it relaxed and sunk into the mattress.

I could make more of an effort to praise her.

“Claude,” she whispered.

No one said my name the way she did.

“I’ve got you,” I hummed. I could be cruel, but not too cruel. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

Arlene nodded. I didn’t give her much time after that before I was sinking one finger inside her ass. Well, the tip of it. I could behave.

Her muscles clenched around me for a few seconds regardless.

“Breathe,” I murmured. “In and out.”

She obeyed easily, soon letting me go deeper. “Move. Please.”

“On it.”

First, though, I leaned forward until I could lick a strip up the underside of her clit. Arlene shivered from head to toe. I grinned before doing it again.

I crooked my finger at the same time as I started lapping at the enlarged head. Arlene was vocal as fuck. I saw the pads of her fingers whiten from gripping her thighs.

It was all the motivation I needed. Soon, I was surrounded by hazy lust, musky scents, and loud moans, whimpers, and pleas for more fingers.

I complied to every single one. I replicated some of the moans, too. My body vibrated with need, but I shoved it aside for now. It was all about Arlene. Arlene’s pleasure.

Arlene’s everything.

“Please.” Her words echoing the need starting to build within me.

I wrapped my lips around the head and applied more pressure. Arlene keened. Fuck, it was mesmerizing. Her whole body sparked alive under my touch. I’d never been so aware of the power I held over someone. I didn’t want to stop and look into it.

Instead, I hollowed out my cheeks, added a second finger, and fucked her faster. I was lost in the physicality of it. I drowned in the sounds she was making, in the softness of her skin. She was so fucking pliant.

At one point, she let go of her legs, her fingers clenching around the sheets instead. It didn’t matter. Her whole body was tense. I knew she was close before she tried to give me a warning. Her head lolled back, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip, hips lifting off the bed.

“That’s it,” I murmured.

“Please don’t stop, please don’t?—”

She didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t have time to tell her I had no plans of stopping, either. Her spine arched off the bed, her muscles clenching tight before letting go. A small string of fluid pooled on her stomach. I wondered for a second if I should lick it up. I’d never quite understood the appeal, but I felt compelled to taste it. More than that, I felt compelled to draw even more reactions out of Arlene.

More shudders. More pleas. More pretty moans.

I got what I wanted.

“Claude…” Her voice was wrecked, raspier than it had been. I moved up in the bed until my face was over hers. She lunged forward to kiss me. It was my turn to shudder. “How do I?—?”

I didn’t ask her to elaborate. Even if she hadn’t asked, I already had thought of it. Scrambling, I reached for the nightstand again. I had a Hitachi wand there.

After dropping it unceremoniously on the bed next to Arlene, I sat up on my knees, long enough to get rid of my pants. There was no hesitation about losing the piece of fabric in front of her. Just more of that urgency.

“You know how that works?” My words came out breathy, my eyebrows quirked in the direction of the wand.

Arlene swallowed, then nodded.

“Good.” I nodded. “Don’t be gentle.”

She had questions—it was clear as day. I didn’t give her time to ask them. Instead, I lay over her, resting my weight on my elbows. I placed the wand on her hand and shifted us around until the head of the toy connected with my most sensitive skin.

“Anytime you want,” I teased.

Arlene snorted, but she didn’t take long. She took my words seriously, though. One second, there was quiet between us, our intermingled breaths the only thing disrupting the silence. The next second, buzzing took over the entire room. The vibrating head of the toy pressed against my glistening skin. I screamed, squirmed, debated if I wanted it, or if I wanted to run away from it.

Arlene’s free arm curled around my waist, keeping me still. She was stronger than I would’ve thought, too. More confident in the way she handled me than I would’ve assumed. I thrashed. I’d never been good at being silent.

“Need to—” I rasped.

“Take it.”

I didn’t know if she could tell what I needed. Everything was building up too fast, though. It was overwhelming. My teeth met the fleshy skin by her shoulder. I bit hard.

Arlene hissed before she let out a long, drawn moan. She didn’t tell me to stop so, as vibrations coursed through my body, I kept doing that.

My climax was the most intense I’d ever felt. I didn’t pass out, but I was close. At least, it felt that way. My skin felt over sensitized as I scooted to the side. It was too hot. The air, her skin, my skin. I needed to take a breath, to shiver in the aftermath without hands pulling me closer.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Arlene breathed out the word.

She didn’t begrudge me for the distance. She just shifted to her side, leaving the overheated wand on the nightstand closest to her first.

I appreciated that kind of thoughtfulness, but sleep was clinging to me too fast to actually say it out loud.