Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,92
hair on his chest rasped over the tips of her nipples, the position pressing the clamp on her clit more strongly. Domi cried out as he began to thrust with long, slow strokes, setting her aflame.
His body slapped against her swollen, clamped clit, sending wave after wave of shock and ecstasy through her, making her writhe beneath him as each thrust brought her closer to orgasm. She screamed against his lips as she tipped over the edge, the rushing pleasure turning to pounding ecstasy. He pulled away from the kiss—not to slow down, but to fuck her even harder.
The chain between the clamps bounced, pulling at her nipples and her oversensitive clit as they swelled against their confinement, sending the sensations into overdrive. The abuse made her scream again, even as another orgasm swamped her senses, dissolving from inexpressible pleasure to exquisite agony as Mitch moved harder, faster.
She fought against his grip, unable to stop herself, tears sliding down her cheeks at the intense torment at the hands of her sadistic lover. It was excruciating bliss, going on and on and on until she finally felt Mitch slam fully inside her and pulse.
Warmth surrounded her, his body half-collapsed on top of her as he filled her, his cock throbbing against her own shuddering walls until it softened.
Panting, Domi let him take care of the toys, whimpering softly as each one was removed. Mitch soothed her with kisses and caresses, his lips gently laving the hurt from her nipples and clit.
Finally, they were curled up around each other, Domi’s head pressed against his chest, arms and legs intertwined. She listened to his heartbeat, steady against her ear, felt the warmth of his skin against hers. Being here in his arms felt safe. It felt like home.
“I love you,” she murmured. She liked hearing herself say it.
Mitch’s arm tightened around her, hugging her closely.
“I love you too, Domi Darling.”
Twenty-four hours later, as Mr. My-Immune-System-is-Better-Than-Yours worshiped the porcelain god, while Domi wiped his forehead with a damp cloth before offering him the glass of water she’d brought him, she raised her eyebrows.
“Still love me?” If he was mad her family had gotten him sick, it was his own damn fault for insisting on being there… but some little part of her was still worried.
She shouldn’t have been.
Blue eyes opened, and one winked wearily.
“More than ever, Domi Darling.” He put a hand over his chest. “This is just the price I must pay for my love.”
She burst out laughing. She really did love him.
From bondage buddies to serious relationship—she would have never thought it possible, but here she was… and she wouldn’t change a thing.
Epilogue
Avery
It felt really weird to be wearing a corset again. Going to a club again. Especially because the club was also work.
She wished she’d asked Domi and Rae if they could go to Stronghold instead of Marquis, but it was too late now.
Besides, there were good reasons they’d chosen Marquis. Once they were at their table, no one would be watching them, and she wouldn’t have to worry about someone asking if she wanted to scene. All she would be doing was watching. She was really interested in seeing if kink still turned her on, but she also wanted to fit in with her new friends.
Domi and Rae had been the first ones to reach out to her since she moved here. They were sweet, fun, and hearing them talk about the kink club had reminded her of how much she’d enjoyed kink… enjoyed being submissive. Their interest wasn’t the only reason for her renewed interest, but she was self-aware enough to know it was part of it. Besides, they also wanted to celebrate. Rae had recently self-published a book and had sold twenty copies in the first month, and Domi’s boyfriend was taking her home to meet his parents for an upcoming holiday.
She hadn’t told them, but she was quietly celebrating being friends with them.
Making new friends was hard for her. The other sous chef, Lloyd, worked days and had made it clear he wasn’t there to make friends with anyone. He just wanted to do his job, collect his paycheck, and go hang out with his ‘real’ friends. She couldn’t be too friendly with the line cooks because, as the sous chef, she was technically their manager. That hadn’t stopped her from getting too friendly with the executive chef, but… that was different.