you in the video?”
He smiles. “Guilty as charged.”
I want to throw the tablet at his chest and tell him to get out for tricking me into being attracted to him more than I already am. I want to tell him to get out so I can watch this scene without him watching me, turning my face to flames with the heat of my embarrassed interest.
I want him to do to me what he did to Bethany in the video. “This is one of the years you were a participating Dom?”
“Yes.”
“The rounds are all different, right?”
“Yes.” He smiles.
“Did you decide to bring the chains?”
“They are a favorite.” His inhale is deep but relaxed.
“Why?”
He taps his lower lip with a fingertip. “Chains provide much in terms of tools. They can fix someone in place, keep legs together—or apart. You can lay someone on top to provide discomfort or, as you just witnessed with the submissive, pleasure.”
She certainly seemed to enjoy the way he pulled the chain out from under her. It looked hot as hell.
Darko continues. “And I like the idea of something so strong, an object not equated with pleasure being used to give it.”
Unable to think of a thing to say, I press play again. In the video, Darko stands and removes a length of chain from some kind of container.
“What is that?” I keep my eyes on the scene.
“Similar in concept to a hot stone massage. The chains have been heated in hot water.”
Sure enough, he sets it on a towel for a moment before heading back to Bethany, still lying on her stomach. She flinches at the first contact of the chain as he lays it up her spine, then arches her back and relaxes.
I pause the tablet, needing a minute. “How hot is it?”
“Hot enough to redden her skin, not hot enough to harm her.”
“But hot.” Focusing on the clinical details helps remove my throbbing interest from the equation.
“Yes.” He moves around the counter and stands behind me. My gaze is fixed on the screen, but I’m riveted by the heat of his closeness, by his cool, clean scent. They could sell his used bathwater as cologne or air freshener. Scented candles. Maybe a new flavor of gum. “Why don’t you just watch the whole video and I’ll narrate it for you?”
Because frequent pauses are helping to slow down my galloping heart and the pulsing between my legs? “Sure.”
He leans and reaches over my shoulder to press play. If I turned my head just a little his lips could be on mine. I’d wrap my arms around him, he’d kick the stool away, clothes would be torn off–
“Sloane?”
“Yeah?”
He taps my tightly clenched fist, resting beside the tablet.
Way to play it cool, Winters. “Press play.”
“I already did.”
Smooth. Sure enough, in the vid, Darko’s already laid another chain beside the first, vertically up her spine. The chain links faintly clink against each other, a soft sound that makes it easy to picture them easing up my spine. No other sounds come from the video except Bethany’s heavy breathing.
“That chain and the next have been chilled.” Darko’s words are warm and close to my ear. “I lay the icy ones on either side of the hot one, confusing her senses, tricking her skin. Her pleasure will be feverish, hot and cold, uncomfortable yet soothing in the effect.”
My body shivers sympathetically as he grabs another heated chain and slowly lowers the end, coiling it into a pile at her crotch.
“That chain? That chain’s heat is stimulating blood flow to her most intimate places.”
I know how she feels.
“Nearly painful, but in the best possible way.” Darko’s fingertips trace a lazy infinity shape beside my hand on the island, and I’ve never wanted to be a slab of granite before now. “That chain feels like the world’s hottest mouth locked against her pussy.”
My breathing matches the sub’s, and I want him to stop the video and do to me what he’s doing to her. Would he, if I asked?
He sighs. “So pleasurable but torturous all the
He smiles. “Guilty as charged.”
I want to throw the tablet at his chest and tell him to get out for tricking me into being attracted to him more than I already am. I want to tell him to get out so I can watch this scene without him watching me, turning my face to flames with the heat of my embarrassed interest.
I want him to do to me what he did to Bethany in the video. “This is one of the years you were a participating Dom?”
“Yes.”
“The rounds are all different, right?”
“Yes.” He smiles.
“Did you decide to bring the chains?”
“They are a favorite.” His inhale is deep but relaxed.
“Why?”
He taps his lower lip with a fingertip. “Chains provide much in terms of tools. They can fix someone in place, keep legs together—or apart. You can lay someone on top to provide discomfort or, as you just witnessed with the submissive, pleasure.”
She certainly seemed to enjoy the way he pulled the chain out from under her. It looked hot as hell.
Darko continues. “And I like the idea of something so strong, an object not equated with pleasure being used to give it.”
Unable to think of a thing to say, I press play again. In the video, Darko stands and removes a length of chain from some kind of container.
“What is that?” I keep my eyes on the scene.
“Similar in concept to a hot stone massage. The chains have been heated in hot water.”
Sure enough, he sets it on a towel for a moment before heading back to Bethany, still lying on her stomach. She flinches at the first contact of the chain as he lays it up her spine, then arches her back and relaxes.
I pause the tablet, needing a minute. “How hot is it?”
“Hot enough to redden her skin, not hot enough to harm her.”
“But hot.” Focusing on the clinical details helps remove my throbbing interest from the equation.
“Yes.” He moves around the counter and stands behind me. My gaze is fixed on the screen, but I’m riveted by the heat of his closeness, by his cool, clean scent. They could sell his used bathwater as cologne or air freshener. Scented candles. Maybe a new flavor of gum. “Why don’t you just watch the whole video and I’ll narrate it for you?”
Because frequent pauses are helping to slow down my galloping heart and the pulsing between my legs? “Sure.”
He leans and reaches over my shoulder to press play. If I turned my head just a little his lips could be on mine. I’d wrap my arms around him, he’d kick the stool away, clothes would be torn off–
“Sloane?”
“Yeah?”
He taps my tightly clenched fist, resting beside the tablet.
Way to play it cool, Winters. “Press play.”
“I already did.”
Smooth. Sure enough, in the vid, Darko’s already laid another chain beside the first, vertically up her spine. The chain links faintly clink against each other, a soft sound that makes it easy to picture them easing up my spine. No other sounds come from the video except Bethany’s heavy breathing.
“That chain and the next have been chilled.” Darko’s words are warm and close to my ear. “I lay the icy ones on either side of the hot one, confusing her senses, tricking her skin. Her pleasure will be feverish, hot and cold, uncomfortable yet soothing in the effect.”
My body shivers sympathetically as he grabs another heated chain and slowly lowers the end, coiling it into a pile at her crotch.
“That chain? That chain’s heat is stimulating blood flow to her most intimate places.”
I know how she feels.
“Nearly painful, but in the best possible way.” Darko’s fingertips trace a lazy infinity shape beside my hand on the island, and I’ve never wanted to be a slab of granite before now. “That chain feels like the world’s hottest mouth locked against her pussy.”
My breathing matches the sub’s, and I want him to stop the video and do to me what he’s doing to her. Would he, if I asked?
He sighs. “So pleasurable but torturous all the
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