her. I leaned down, grabbed her chin. Bringing her face up to mine, I took her mouth. Claimed her lips and tongue with my own.
As she was sinking into the kiss, I pulled away. Pushed her head down to my waiting cock. As her lips closed around the mushroom head, I wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed.
Synra had a list of hard limits that I could count on one hand. She loved everything right on the edge. And I loved giving it to her.
With almost clinical detachment, I monitored her body. The red flush of her face, the straining of her muscles. The size of her pupils. When her cheeks went from red to slightly purple, I eased the pressure in one smooth motion.
She gulped in a breath, my dick in the way.
Wrenching a hand in her hair, I fisted it and pulled her head back so she could breathe unencumbered. “Come, pet. Come for me, little girl.”
Her scream almost shattered my eardrums. But that scream was what I needed to find my own release.
My dick pulsed and jizz pumped from the end and landed on her quavering breasts as the Hitachi worked her unrelentingly. I reached down, scooped some of it up on my finger, and shoved my finger in her mouth.
Her tongue attacked my digit as if it were my cock. Sucking, biting, licking. This woman had a truly impressive mouth.
Her brow furrowed as the Hitachi continued to buzz against her clit.
I pulled back, turned off the machine, and waited for her to come back to me.
She slumped back on the floor, her legs spread wide. Her cunt bright red and dripping. Her chest was heaving as she lay there, eyes closed. Small moans tumbled from her throat as she came down from the endorphin high.
I cleaned myself off. Got back into my clothes. My nose wrinkled at the smell of them. I would need to get these cleaned really well before wearing them again.
Synra curled up on her side. Her legs came up, putting her into the fetal position.
I grabbed a bottle of water and the blanket my subs used for aftercare. Wrapped her up, made sure the lights were on low.
I provided for them, but I didn’t do snuggles or cuddles. We were adults who shared some distinct sexual interests. I wasn’t my subs boyfriend or lover. Zero emotions were exchanged. Just bodily fluids.
I closed the door behind me as I walked back up the stairs to my penthouse. The subs were free to use the space I provided for them for as long as they wanted. As long as they followed the rules.
Reaching my floor, I punched in the code to the door and walked into the kitchen. Got a bottle of water for myself. Chugged it down. Crumpled the bottle and tossed it in the trash.
I gritted my teeth. Dissatisfaction nagged at me, dug its talons into my flesh. None of the scenes I planned out were good enough. None of them took me to that place anymore. Brought me the escape they used to.
Sure, I got off—I was a healthy guy after all. But lately, there has been something missing. I tried harder and harder scenes. Scenes that demanded my complete attention. Any lapses could result in severe trauma or hospital runs. I prided myself on being a good Dom.
But it was all becoming routine. Boring. I shuddered…vanilla.
My phone rang, distracting me. I frowned at the name that popped up on the display. I hit the connect button. “It’s three in the morning, John. What the fuck could you possibly need to talk about right now?”
“I’ve got trouble.”
My brow furrowed. “And you called to tell me that why?”
“Because you’re the only one who can help me out of it.”
I snorted. Loudly. “No, I’m not. I bought your company three years ago. Our association ended when the ink was dry on the contracts.”
“Listen up, boy,” he sneered the last word. “You’re going to help me out of this or I’ll start a media and legal shitshow you can’t crawl out of.”
My fist clenched around the phone, a low metallic groan sounded. “Careful, old man. I can bury you and no one looking would ever find the body.”
He laughed. It bordered on hysterical. “If this gets out, no one will want to find me.”
I smiled. “There you go. Just leave whatever it is alone and go to your death quietly.” I hung up. Why the men my father considered friends called me up