floor as he strokes that special place inside me, and I’m so turned on that I don’t even flinch as his sopping fingers travel up through my slit and between my ass cheeks. I’m so aroused I don’t even clench as he circles the little hole that was never shown anything but abuse at the hands of another person.
“Did you pick a safe word, goddess?” he asks, and I feel his kisses along my bare back as he continues to just swirl his finger around the tight bud of my anus, I suppose to help me get used to even being touched there.
“Ragnarök,” I murmur, hearing him chuckle along my flesh, his breath and beard making me shiver.
Another kiss to my spine. “Of course,” he whispers, and he begins to slowly work one fingertip inside me there.
“We have a theme going, Viking. I like themes. You should see all my Pinterest boards. And if I get to let loose during the holidays, you’ll walk into our house during each one and think you’ve stumbled into those woods in A Nightmare Before Christmas, where each town is a different holiday. Oh my God. Halloween is coming next month. It’s going to—”
He reaches around me with his other hand and massages my clit, my knees buckling for a moment and my nervous rambling cutting off. He holds my lower half up with the palm cupping my mound while my upper half presses farther into the padded table. His talented fingers on my clit feel so good I hardly notice when his one finger is all the way in until he begins to move it in and out of me, sending chills up my spine.
At my whimper, he circles my clit faster, drawing my focus there. My hands reach up to grip the other edge of the table, needing something to hold onto while the room starts to spin. So many sensations, all of them surprisingly wonderful at the hands of someone experienced and who knows exactly how to please a woman.
I feel fearless in this moment, handing over my complete trust to my Dom, submitting my body to do as he pleases, because I know with every fiber of my being that it’s my submission and trust that pleases him. He’d never do anything to me to break either of those, so I just give in to whatever he has planned for me. He’s a professional—at both the mind and the body—and I am his student, his patient, and his lover. I will allow him to teach me all the ways he can bring me pleasure like I’ve never felt before. And all I have to do is submit.
He continues to work my clit like a master—and that’s what he is, isn’t he? Because he knows just the right way to caress, to demand and will my body to react the way he wants. He’s the master of my very being as he brings me just to the precipice of an orgasm before backing off, softening his touch, slowing his pace. He’s keeping me at the highest state of arousal without giving me relief, distracting me and making me needy as he works another finger inside my ass.
“That’s it, little goddess. Such a good girl. Feels exquisite, doesn’t it? When you just relax and give in,” he purrs, making my heart rate rise.
After gliding two of his long, thick fingers in and out of me for what seems like forever, but is probably just enough time for me to be stretched to his liking, he slides them out but never stops the ministrations on my pussy. Someone has turned the music up in the main area of the club, and my excitement heightens knowing we’re doing this dirty, naughty thing with only a curtain to hide us. The deep bass now throbbing through the room adds to the sensuality of the scene, and I barely make out the sound of… what was that? Something being squeezed out of a bottle next to me on the table? And then I hear it again, but this time I feel it as the cool liquid drips between my cheeks and over my anus.
Suddenly, I feel something wider than his fingers at my back entrance, but I force myself to stay languid, this puddle of bone and flesh atop his worktable. And then his commanding but gentle tone fills my ears. “Push out with your inner muscles, goddess.”