17. Bridget

brIDGET

Seth releasesmy neck and removes his fingers from me.

My mouth drops open as I gasp for breath, but my mouth is filled right away with his fingers.

"Suck," he demands.

I do so, heaving breaths through my nose.

My sweet and sour taste drips from his fingers onto my tongue.

"Yes, good girl. Very good girl," he coos.

I suck and suck, our eyes locked.

Then, he taps my cheek and I release his fingers.

My chest still heaves as I attempt to regulate after one of the most powerful orgasms of my life and not breathing for god knows how long.

Seth departs as my body unfurls, goes to the armoire to retrieve something.

When he returns, he demands I sit up at the head of the bed, which I do without question. Pinched in his fingers is a ball gag.

I eye it, shyness blooming inside me.

I've had a fabric gag before. The clinical look of the ball gag scares me a little.

However, I've learned the things that scare me are often the most rewarding.

"Spread your legs," he says. "Always spread your legs."

I wriggle my legs into a straddle.

Seth climbs onto the bed. "Sit up."

I obey.

"Open your mouth."

I drop my jaw.

He smiles warmly. "Pretty pink mouth."

Seth inserts the ball of the gag into my mouth, then buckles it around my head. He is careful to make sure it's not too tight, just right.

"I am going to fuck you." He leans over me. "And I'm going to relish every one of your muffled cries."

He presses a kiss to my ear lobe, then drags his mouth down to my neck until his lips land against my collar where he lingers for a moment.

Then, Seth begins his exploration.

His hands slip up my body to my rib cage, tips of his fingers teasing the underside of the silk bra. "My favorite color on you," he whispers. "You know why?"

I shake my head because the gag makes talking impossible.

Seth kisses the insides of each of my breasts. "Because blue things are infinite. The sky. The ocean. And you, Bridget."

My eyes widen.

"You are my infinity."

I want to touch him, to kiss him, to tell him how much he means to me. But I can't. I need to be his good girl. To behave. Besides, my mouth is otherwise occupied.

I sigh, but it goes away fast as Seth languishes kisses across my breasts, then drops his mouth to my belly where the metal cords weave together.

His tongue follows the line of each one as they zigzag down to my panties, leaving warm tracks across my skin.

His teeth raze at the skin of my belly, grabbing, pinching.

I huff.

Seth runs his fingers along my pussy lips.

My hips stutter.

"My plan was to start preparing you for anal tonight," he groans. "But I changed my mind."

Anal, Seth has said, will take time. Because it requires preparation. It's not something I ever considered before Seth became my Dom and we talked about limits.

I trust him with all my heart, but all of this is still so new, so I'm a little nervous.

I'm still marveling at how he fits into my pussy. Not sure how he'll fit into my ass.

"I want to be inside you, pet. And I want it now," he growls.

I expect him to throw me down on the bed, pin me down, and use me until he's had his fill, until I'm practically one with the mattress.

Of course, Seth never fails to surprise me.

He slides his arms around me and pulls me on top of him, my legs straddling his hips. He's throbbing through his slacks, pressing against me.

Grabbing me by the jaw, Seth turns my face in profile to him. He presses the flat of his tongue against my jaw and licks all the way up to my ear before whispering, "Want to watch you…in this outfit you made for me. I want the best fucking view."

I whimper through the gag, spit building up at the corners of my lips.

"Are you comfortable?"

I nod.

"Good."

I love that even through his need, his desperation to have me, I'm still his number one concern.

Seth releases me, dropping back onto the bed. "Give me what I want, Bridget."

I reach down to the closure on his pants, touch the button.

My hands are close to shaking.

Any time Seth gives me permission to touch him, it feels like a bit of a test. To see if I'm handling myself well.

"Go on."

I unbutton and unzip and release and holy fuck…

"Stroke me."

I grab his dick.

It is hot, the head red and throbbing.

I move my hand up and down the shaft, slow at first.

He grows impossibly harder with each movement.

His thighs tighten too.

He's loving it. And so am I.

I wish I could have him in my mouth.

A dribble of saliva streams down my chin. I go to wipe it away, but Seth stops me.

"You're salivating over my cock, pet?"

I smile around the gag and nod.

"God, you're such a good girl, aren't you?" His voice sounds almost… pained.

I would like to check his expression, but that might cross a line.

Seth's fingers hook into the cords across my belly. He pulls on them. "Inside. Put me inside. Now."

I position him straight into the air and lift myself onto my knees, letting the head of his cock brush against the fabric of my underwear, then poke into the open crotch, nudging my wetness.

Fuck, I need him.

"Bridget."

When the end of my name glides up in his voice, just like that, he's bidding me to look at him.

I'm learning him just as he has learned me.

Our eyes meet.

The circles under his eyes have lightened the tiniest bit. Perhaps it's just the lighting. But maybe it has something to do with me.

Seth puts his hands on my hips. Grip tightens. Tightens. Tightens until it stings.

The pain translates to need in my brain, sends signals to my core to get wetter.

"Take me all in one go."

My chest lifts.

"You can do it. I know you can."

I put the head of his cock against my opening.

I moan through my gag. I'm nervous.

He's big, and all at once… Will hurt so good.

"Do it, baby."

Something flares in my brain, setting off a chain reaction in my muscles, guiding me to fall over the edge and force my pussy down onto Seth, to take him all at once.

The stretch, it burns, but all of that is eclipsed by the way Seth's body convulses, seizing upward, his head dipping back, neck revealing his bobbing Adam's apple.

And I get even wetter at the sound that tears form his mouth followed by, "Christ."

I relax around him, circling my hips to warm my walls to him.

"Fucking shit, that feels good…"

I giggle through my gag, more saliva dripping onto my chin.

Seth lifts both his hands, slaps them down against my thighs, sending tingling shocks through me. "Come on, show me what you got."

He begins the rhythm for me, pushing my hips forward and back, delicious friction beginning between us.

Once I catch on, I place my hands against his chest, wrinkling the fabric of his dress shirt.

I bounce on his cock, showing off the tight bustier of the piece I created for him.

Seth's eyes are glued to my breasts. "You look fucking perfect, Bridget."

I flush, groan around the gag as Seth's cock jams deep into me, skidding against my g-spot.

My fingers toy with the buttons on his shirt.

I want to see him naked. And I haven't gotten that chance yet. He's always been clothed.

I've never said anything about it, nor has he explained. But in the heat of the moment, it can't hurt to get a little peek.

Except, before I can get one button open, he breaks them away from his chest.

His hands engulf my breasts through the fabric of my lingerie, fondling their fullness and growling to himself. "Fucking beautiful…"

His hands slide to my rib cage, then down to my ass.

He squeezes, half of his hand on fabric, the other on skin. "You are my good girl, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh." I nod, continuing the ride him, my jaw stretched by the gag.

"Tell me, Bridget, tell me you're my good girl."

I can't talk, not with the gag around my mouth, but I try to anyway.

The sounds that come out are not words at all. I huff.

Tears bristle in my eyes.

I want to tell him so bad.

"Oh, you poor thing, you're trying so hard, aren't you?"

I nod with a defeated groan.

"That's okay." Seth's arms encircle my waist.

He pulls me down so my chest is flush to him. "I know you're mine."

His fingers dance across the back of my neck, touching my chain-link collar.

"I know you're mine," he repeats in a ragged voice.

Suddenly, Seth's hips push me aloft, hitting me deep, causing a beautiful burn inside me.

The new angle gives him room to pull out more, increasing the fiction.

"Let it all out," he grunts. "I want to hear it all."

Despite the gag, I allow every sound to pour out of me from the deepest corners of my soul. Every single bit of pleasure.

Seth is moving at top speed.

I start coming. It's not a fall, just a fire that's become uncontained. I scream out, though my gag mutes me somewhat.

The vibrations quake my insides, increasing the pleasure.

Seth forces his hand against my chest and pushes me far enough away so he can watch as my eyes roll back.

Fuck, it feels so good.

So good, I try to tell him through my words are stifled.

"Look at me, Bridget."

Though my body is blazing with pleasure, taking me into another realm of consciousness, I move my eyes to meet his.

Seth is a fucking vision. His jaw is tense, teeth clenched, but his eyes aren't full of power. They're desperate. For release.

And I'm going to be the one to give it to him.

With our eyes locked and an orgasm still unfurling inside me, I cup his chin in my hand.

Let it go…give it to me…

The tension in his face releases, and his eyes widen before he releases inside me.

I whine and whimper. Why does it feel so good to have him cum inside me?

Before we can ride out the orgasm together, Seth lunches for me, grabbing the buckle of the gag and fumbling to release. He's still pulsing inside me, but he's eager to free me.

"Off," he demands. "Off, now."

I help him release the shackle of my mouth.

The second I am free, I am tugged into his embrace and his mouth is against mine.

The explosive kiss sends shivers all the way through me. My body contracts and expands, ecstasy sweeping through me. How is it that sex with Seth just gets better and better? I'm always waiting for it to fall short of the last time…except it never does.

Seth releases his mouth from mine, panting deep breaths. "Holy shit…"

"Yeah, what you said." I roll off him. Then, I jolt upward. "Sir. What you said, Sir."

Seth looks over at me, blue returning to his eyes. I'm ready for him to say that I need to be punished for that.

Instead, he laughs. A long, uproarious laugh.

And I laugh too.

Our connection is only getting stronger. Not just as Dom and sub.

But as full-on lovers.

As people.

What happens when my training comes to an end? Do we remain in our arrangement? And if so, how do we live lives separate from our commitment?

Because I don't think we can.