Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
And it’s like time stands still, because in all my excitement of coming up with this solution, to give him what he wants in exchange for what I want, it never occurred to me the thing he kept repeating over and over again. His desire is to see the pleasure on my face as I receive it from someone else. But what is he being forced to watch?
The opposite.
He’s watching me tremble in fear. He’s seeing nothing but discomfort on my face, none of my pleasure to be observed because it’s all hidden deep, deep down inside the darkest parts of my soul. How will this ever work if my desires and his completely counteract each other?
But then I take in his steady hand again, his relaxed posture, the same position he likes to sit in when he has me perform for him, whether it’s a sexy striptease or making myself come with a toy while he takes it all in. Stoic, his eyes hooded, his breaths deep and slow to keep a rein on his control. The only thing giving away that I’m affecting him is the erection clearly visible along his thigh beneath his pants.
My husband knows me. What’s more, my Dom can look past all the façade and see into those deepest, darkest parts. And off to the side, within reach but out of sight so it doesn’t distract from the moment, there’s our bright-red emergency shut-off button—my safe word. He knows for damn sure that if I’m not into this after giving it a fair shot, I will say my safe word, and this man touching me will be five feet away from me in a blink. No consequences, no punishment to worry about receiving if I bring everything to a halt. Because knowing that, a sub will not feel forced to continue something she doesn’t want to for fear of retribution or upsetting her partners. It’s the whole basis, the number-one Golden Rule, of BDSM, the one held to the highest degree of respect.
So it’s with these thoughts in mind I push all my worry about not fulfilling his fantasy because of my own selfish desires. But just because… just because I don’t want to wait until all this is over to thank him for this gift, I drop all other expression from my face, look directly into his camera, and give him a beaming smile. He lifts his head to look straight at me… and winks.
Our special signal.
It brings relieved, happy tears to my eyes, and after blowing him a kiss—without the use of my hands—I allow those tears to swell and take over my entire being. When I turn my head to look up at my captor, I see he witnessed the entire exchange between my husband and me, and with just a hint of a nod of acknowledgment, I’m set free to fully submerse myself in the pure magic of role-playing with not one but two incredible Doms.
The moment the tears spill over my temples, I let loose with a scream so blood-curdling it sets off my captor’s automatic reaction to make it stop, and he jerks his hand from between my legs and clamps it over my mouth. He’s so skilled, so masterful, he leaves just enough room between the meaty side of his palm and my nose so that I can suck in air but not comfortably, and he did it without having to adjust the barest amount. And when the rest of my senses kick in, I note the smell of my arousal on his skin, and a rush of filthy, masochistic desire fills me. The slight struggle it takes to inhale a breath makes me groan in sexual bliss, but I cover it within seconds with a muffled squeal as I give in to my urge to exert and deplete all the physical strength in my body.
With his hand over my mouth keeping my head stabilized and his other locking both of mine in the vulnerable state above my head, his knee wedged between my thighs so it would be impossible to close them, I gather every ounce of power within myself and then push it out in all directions. It feels like an electrical surge that sends my soul rocketing into the clear night sky directly above me it’s so explosive, but externally, I know my captor held me so perfectly restrained that I didn’t move an inch.
The reassurance I get from that fact, knowing he’s okay with this—and not only that, but apparently a fucking master of this skill and won’t allow me to hurt myself—is all it takes to separate my mind and body completely. I let out another scream that hurts my throat it’s so strong, and with it, I exhale all doubts, self-consciousness, worry, embarrassment, and every other negative feeling that likes to take up residence in my head and make itself at home.