Steampunk Desires: An Erotic Romance (The Complete Collection) by Sophia Wilde Page B

sensations his inexperienced tongue brought to her. “Go in deeper,” she said, and he obliged, sticking his tongue in as far as it would go, burying his nose inside of her. She reached down and held his head there as he tried to pull out. He started to struggle, but she calmed him. “Stay with it, slave,” she soothed him. “You want to pleasure your lady, and your lady wants five more seconds.” His body went limp as his tongue strove to deliver his lady’s wishes. After five seconds, she let him go.
     
    He pulled his head out, gasping for air, but his tongue was soon buried again, tasting her secretions and feeling the ridges of her vagina as her arousal increased.
     
    “Such a good slave,” she murmured, and then tugged on his shoulder. “Kiss me,” she breathed, and he lay on top of her, his face pressed to hers, tenderly caressing her lips. She reached out with her lips and gently nibbled his lower one. His eyes sprang open in surprise and delight, and his cock throbbed as an electric rush flowed from his lips through his chest and into his testes. He tried the same, nibbling her lower lip, and her reaction was much the same. Breathlessly, she whispered, “It’s time, slave.”
     
    Without a word, he pressed himself into her. For the first time in his life, he didn’t have to fight to keep an erection. For the first time, he genuinely felt pleasure in what he was doing.
     
    “Press up a bit, slave,” Scarlett instructed. As he did so, he pressed against her g-spot, eliciting a loud moan from her. Her vagina contracted, squeezing hard against his cock, and he, too, moaned.
     
    “Faster, slave,” she said. Unseen to either of them, the gauge that monitored their power output was at ninety-six percent. Their orgasm was near.
     
    “Faster, slave!” she ordered loudly. The repeated command, issued this way, made Clarence’s chest jump, and he drove in and out faster and harder than before.
     
    “Yes, slave, yes!” Scarlett cried. The gauge read ninety-nine percent. She pulled his head by the hair to her nipple, and he took the hint, sucking on it for all he was worth, forgetting the word of the day. The stimulation sent her over the edge. The needle in the gauge swung hard to the right, pressed against its glass enclosure. Her body bucked against his, sending him over the edge, and both cried out in ecstasy as his fluids and hers met and collected inside the brass sock shortly before it ejected itself, taking Clarence’s cock with it. He collapsed on her, and she stroked the hair on the side of his head, softly murmuring, “That’s a good slave. Such a good slave.”
     
    Edwin sat on a bed on the other side of the chalkboards. Several couples had seen the chalkboards, and, their interest piqued, had stopped to listen. The sounds of pleasure and the occasional command from Scarlett had gotten everybody aroused, and all around were people producing energy for the ship. Harriet would be pleased, Edwin thought to himself. He certainly was: his gamble had paid off, and he had once again succeeded in improving his crew’s performance, not only for Clarence and Scarlett, but for all these voyeurs making out like rabbits around him. Yes, he was quite pleased with himself.
     
    As the couple emerged from behind the chalkboards, everybody stopped and applauded. Scarlett blushed crimson, and Clarence hid behind her altogether, but the warm reception and a hearty hug from Edwin instilled confidence in both as they made their way to someplace quieter to discuss what had just happened for both of them. In the days that followed, Clarence would come to follow Scarlett around like a puppy. While they were free to play with others, and both found themselves in demand for their unique talents, they found that they were both happiest playing together.
     
    The HMS Rapturion glided silently through the night sky. Those in first class would be treated to a spectacular view of the aurora borealis in a few