I am your Master, to do with as I will.”
Okay, so he’d been reading too many bad erotic novels, or, more likely watching too much lousy BDSM porn online, but at least he was trying. The guy was sincere, if a little overbearing, and he appeared to be nearly as into her as he was into himself.
He pounded away, his breath rasping in his throat, his heart thumping beneath his sweat-slicked skin. His stroke was good now, tapping at her sweet spot from the inside out. Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough?
“Come on, slave girl,” he gasped. “I can feel it—you’re almost there. No one can resist Master Gene. Come for me. I order you to come.” He swiveled and thrust, urgency radiating from him like heat. “Do it. Now.”
Give him what he wants. You can do it. Meg Ryan has nothing on you.
Allie moaned and arched her hips upward. She began to pant. “Oh, oh, oh, oh! Yes, yes, yes!” She shuddered and stiffened, gripping him hard with her thighs. She squinted through slitted eyelids to peer at his face looming over hers. His eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back, the tendons on his neck distended as he hammered her into the mattress. She continued to sigh and moan in syncopated rhythm to his orgasmic cries.
Finally he lay still, the steady beat of his heart against hers the only sign of life. He was heavy and limp on top of her. The tip of Allie’s nose was itchy and her right calf was cramping. She longed to shove him off her. She wished fervently the ropes around her now chafed wrists would miraculously evaporate. She desperately needed a shower and a cold drink, preferably something eighty proof.
Allie closed her eyes and uttered a small, silent wish: disappear.
It didn’t work.
Finally he lifted himself on his elbows and peered down into her face. “Hey, you. You alive? I told you I’d make you come. Master Gene knows how to treat a sub girl, huh?” He grinned, the pride evident on his handsome face.
Allie smiled back and sighed, letting him interpret the sound as she knew he would. “Oh, yeah,” she breathed. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, sub girl.”
“Come on. I don’t want to go alone. It’s a really cool new private dungeon in Newton and the party starts at nine. You know I don’t like to drive at night.”
“Newton? I didn’t know they went in for things like that in the suburbs.”
“Hey, Boston doesn’t have a monopoly on BDSM, just because you never like to leave the city,” Lauren retorted, though she was grinning. “It’ll be fun. You could invite that guy you met at that munch thing, what was his name? He was a real hunk. Reminded me of Justin Timberlake. Total masturbatory material.” Without giving Allie a chance to reply, Lauren continued in her rapid patter, “It’s half price cover for single women, and I heard this dungeon has super high tech, state-of-the-art equipment. Yeah, it’s kind of a haul, but my car gets great gas mileage. I’ll even pay your cover if you’re short on funds. Please? Please say yes. I don’t want to go alone.” Lauren leaned forward eagerly, her expression comically beseeching.
The waitress came by with their salads and glasses of wine. Allie waited until she’d served them and moved away. “That hunk you referred to is named Gene. We’ve been talking all week on Facebook. He does have experience in the scene and as far as I could tell wasn’t secretly married or gay or anything. We actually hooked up last night.”
“Last night? Oh my god, Allie! O-M-fucking-G! You hooked up? Where? Your place? His? A hotel? And you didn’t even tell me? Was it fabulous? Was he hot? Did he look as good naked as he did in black leather? Why didn’t you call me immediately?”
Allie laughed, at once exasperated and amused by her best friend. She finished chewing a mouthful of salad, took a sip of her wine and then replied. “I didn’t tell you yet because you haven’t stopped talking since we sat down. He came to my place. He was good, as far as it went.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning he was very good, technically speaking, with the ropes and the flogger, but it was pretty clear for him it was all just foreplay. Like he had a check list of things to do to me so that he could fuck me at the end.” Allie held up her hand, using an invisible