lips. She sucked at it, swallowing greedily.
When she’d had enough he emptied the remainder of the bottle down his own throat. He swept her hair from her face with his hand, tucking it behind her ear. “Do you want anything else? Apart from a rocking orgasm?”
“Do you have chocolate?”
“Is the Pope a catholic?” He peered into his bag, and produced a pack of chocolate digestive biscuits. He handed one to Thea and waited until she munched her way through it. “Another?”
She nodded, so he handed her the packet. Far be it from him to come between a sated sub and her sugar rush.
Thea made short work of another three biscuits, then offered him the pack. He took it from her and placed it on the floor. “If you want another just say so. Now, I’ll be having that thong please.”
She wriggled out of the blanket and lifted her bum up to slip the thong down her legs. Tony took it from her and that too found its way into his holdall.
Tony could have instructed her regarding the position he wanted her to adopt, but instead he arranged her himself. She was utterly compliant as he lifted her knees up and pushed them wide, opening and exposing her smooth pussy. Her labia were glistening, slick with her juices. Her clit peeped out from under the hood which partly covered it, and he swore it was becoming plumper before his eyes. Her arousal was obvious, blatant, her need approaching desperate.
He took her clit in his mouth and sucked hard.
“Oh, God. Oh, Sir…”
He eased three fingers into her entrance, and pushed them deep. Her pussy was already contracting around his hand, spasming as she succumbed to the climax which had been gathering force as he tormented her in the dungeon. He wouldn't make her wait this time. He wanted her to experience the release, the total abandonment of just letting go.
Moments later, her orgasm engulfed her. She went rigid, her face contorting as he sunk his fingers into her drooling pussy and rubbed her G-spot. He never let up the pressure on her clit, adding his tongue and teeth to the mix as he pleasured her, coaxing every last tremble and shiver and ripple of ecstasy from her.
Only when her body was finally still, her muscles relaxed, her limbs boneless, did he snap open a condom, sheath himself, and drive his cock into her. She wrapped herself around him, clinging to him, her legs around his waist, her ankles crossed in the small of his back. She gripped his shoulders, her face buried against his chest as he rocked his hips slowly. He’d done the hard, intense stuff for this evening, now he just wanted to make love to her.
“Sir, I love you. I love my collar.” She moaned the words, muffled in his shirt. He heard her though.
“I love you too, little sub. My slut. My own beautiful whore.”
He thrust harder, deeper, the head of his cock nudging her cervix as he buried himself as deep as he could get inside her. His balls tightened, started to contract. Within moments his semen spurted to fill the latex. He held still and let the sensation wash over him.
This was what love felt like, and he was going to get very used to it.
Chapter Eleven
Tony ended the call and tossed his phone onto the sofa beside him. He’d received some of the answers he expected, but he remained far from happy. He cocked his head, listening, but heard no sound from upstairs. Thea must still be sleeping. He wasn’t surprised, she’d been exhausted when they returned to his house in the small hours of this morning. Their session at the club had been intense, both physically and emotionally. He didn't really expect her to surface until noon, perhaps later still. He’d let her sleep. She needed it.
He sipped his coffee and contemplated the explanation he’d extracted from Jerome, the owner of The Wicked Club. Tony was well aware that the dungeon staff would have reported the flash photography incident, and there would be some sort of investigation. There had to be, the club’s membership would demand it. Discretion and privacy were watchwords in the BDSM community and any club unable to guarantee those would be out of business in no time.
Jerome had assured him that Wicked took security seriously, and there would be no repetition of the problem. New signage was even now being displayed, and all members would receive an email by the