from her pussy, soaking Rupert’s hand as he continued to palpitate her pulpy G-spot.
She was dizzy.
The sounds, the people around her… they were fading. All that existed was pleasure and the feel of Rupert’s lips on her ear and the heat of his excited breaths.
“Breathe,” Kyle said. “Breathe, Lottie.”
“Breathe…” Rupert repeated.
She blew out a breath, her lungs emptying. Then dragged in a huge suck of oxygen.
A sob racked her chest.
“That’s it, I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Rupert said, winding his arm beneath her and slowing the steady pumping of her pussy. “I’ve got you.”
Another sob, tears too. She was helpless, wrung out, she couldn’t do another thing. It was always the way.
She opened her eyes.
Kyle was right before her, his expression one of soft concern. He brushed her hair from her brow. “You did very well. Your master will be proud of you.”
“I am,” Rupert said, drawing his hand from between her legs and pulling her skirt so that it covered her buttocks. “Very proud.”
He manoeuvred her into his arms and sat back on the chair.
She nestled her face against the crook of his neck and allowed him to position her legs over his so she sat against him like a child.
She kept her eyes closed, still lost to sensation and the thudding pleasure that was lurking in her pussy. Her arse ached, so did her back and neck. But it was a good ache, it was a happy ache.
Rupert folded her into his arms. They were wide, strong, and hot and it was the only place she wanted to be right now. He knew that, and he understood after a scene with pain and orgasms combined, she had to withdraw into herself and only he could hold her together while she did that.
It was only ever Rupert—her master, her lover, her husband, and the man who had saved her from herself three years ago.
He smoothed his hand over her hair. “Shh, I’ve got you, my love, I’ve got you.”
Tears still flowed down her cheeks, a small river of wetness that collected along her jawline.
Kyle passed Rupert a napkin and he gently dabbed at the damp skin. “Shh,” he said over and over. “Shh…”
He rocked her and held her closer.
The silent crying eased and she closed her eyes. Her thoughts were transient; it was as if her mind had been wiped clean. Adrenaline and endorphins an eraser for all the things that worried her and kept her awake at night. Pain fought her demons, as did allowing Rupert to own her body and manage her pleasure with such skill.
He knew her better than she knew herself.
“The breadboard clearly works,” Kyle said.
His voice was distant to Lottie, almost as if he were speaking underwater. She nestled her hand beneath her chin and knew she wouldn’t have to move until she was ready to.
“Yes,” Rupert said, his words vibrating from his chest and into her body. “An interesting surface connection.”
“Indeed.”
Footsteps and the sound of the wood slapping against a palm.
Lottie jumped.
Rupert pressed a kiss to her head. “Shh, no more, that’s you done.”
She nodded feebly.
“So, Tia,” Kyle said. “Are you wishing you were Lottie right now?”
“I wish for whatever you wish, Sir,” Tia said.
“Ah, as you know, that is always a very dangerous thing to say to your master.”
“Yes, Sir. I know, Sir.”
Rupert chuckled and Lottie pressed closer to him. He was hard, his erection jutting against her hip. But Rupert had incredible stamina; he could wring orgasm after orgasm out of her and any other sub before he came himself. She was in awe of his control. She’d rarely seen him lose it, and certainly not since they’d been living the lifestyle. It was as though the rules and discipline had strengthened him. Gave him more control over his lust.
“I think, Tia,” Rupert said. “That although your master has just taken pleasure, he hasn’t had the fun of seeing you squirm. Perhaps you should tread carefully.”
“Yes,” Tia said. “I
She was dizzy.
The sounds, the people around her… they were fading. All that existed was pleasure and the feel of Rupert’s lips on her ear and the heat of his excited breaths.
“Breathe,” Kyle said. “Breathe, Lottie.”
“Breathe…” Rupert repeated.
She blew out a breath, her lungs emptying. Then dragged in a huge suck of oxygen.
A sob racked her chest.
“That’s it, I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Rupert said, winding his arm beneath her and slowing the steady pumping of her pussy. “I’ve got you.”
Another sob, tears too. She was helpless, wrung out, she couldn’t do another thing. It was always the way.
She opened her eyes.
Kyle was right before her, his expression one of soft concern. He brushed her hair from her brow. “You did very well. Your master will be proud of you.”
“I am,” Rupert said, drawing his hand from between her legs and pulling her skirt so that it covered her buttocks. “Very proud.”
He manoeuvred her into his arms and sat back on the chair.
She nestled her face against the crook of his neck and allowed him to position her legs over his so she sat against him like a child.
She kept her eyes closed, still lost to sensation and the thudding pleasure that was lurking in her pussy. Her arse ached, so did her back and neck. But it was a good ache, it was a happy ache.
Rupert folded her into his arms. They were wide, strong, and hot and it was the only place she wanted to be right now. He knew that, and he understood after a scene with pain and orgasms combined, she had to withdraw into herself and only he could hold her together while she did that.
It was only ever Rupert—her master, her lover, her husband, and the man who had saved her from herself three years ago.
He smoothed his hand over her hair. “Shh, I’ve got you, my love, I’ve got you.”
Tears still flowed down her cheeks, a small river of wetness that collected along her jawline.
Kyle passed Rupert a napkin and he gently dabbed at the damp skin. “Shh,” he said over and over. “Shh…”
He rocked her and held her closer.
The silent crying eased and she closed her eyes. Her thoughts were transient; it was as if her mind had been wiped clean. Adrenaline and endorphins an eraser for all the things that worried her and kept her awake at night. Pain fought her demons, as did allowing Rupert to own her body and manage her pleasure with such skill.
He knew her better than she knew herself.
“The breadboard clearly works,” Kyle said.
His voice was distant to Lottie, almost as if he were speaking underwater. She nestled her hand beneath her chin and knew she wouldn’t have to move until she was ready to.
“Yes,” Rupert said, his words vibrating from his chest and into her body. “An interesting surface connection.”
“Indeed.”
Footsteps and the sound of the wood slapping against a palm.
Lottie jumped.
Rupert pressed a kiss to her head. “Shh, no more, that’s you done.”
She nodded feebly.
“So, Tia,” Kyle said. “Are you wishing you were Lottie right now?”
“I wish for whatever you wish, Sir,” Tia said.
“Ah, as you know, that is always a very dangerous thing to say to your master.”
“Yes, Sir. I know, Sir.”
Rupert chuckled and Lottie pressed closer to him. He was hard, his erection jutting against her hip. But Rupert had incredible stamina; he could wring orgasm after orgasm out of her and any other sub before he came himself. She was in awe of his control. She’d rarely seen him lose it, and certainly not since they’d been living the lifestyle. It was as though the rules and discipline had strengthened him. Gave him more control over his lust.
“I think, Tia,” Rupert said. “That although your master has just taken pleasure, he hasn’t had the fun of seeing you squirm. Perhaps you should tread carefully.”
“Yes,” Tia said. “I
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