Shit.
My dick swelled painfully, and I reached down into my shorts, palming the damn thing, trying to relieve some of the ache. I couldn’t help but think about earlier, the way Master had informed me tonight was the last night I had permission to jack off.
Initially, it had bothered me. I mean, who really had control over that? I could stroke myself whenever I pleased and no one would be the wiser.
However, those concerns had only lasted a couple of seconds because I knew deep down that I would follow Master’s instructions. I would not jack off without his permission and I would think about it endlessly, wondering when he would allow it, or even when he would demand I do it in front of him.
Ah, hell. I stroked my cock roughly.
I’d never had a relationship with anyone who wanted to dominate me. Most of my relationships were mutually beneficial. Nothing kinky. The more I thought about Master’s command, the more I came to enjoy the idea of it. Knowing he was going to control my pleasure, to only allow me to come when he chose … it was a heady feeling.
But, oh, how I’d wished he would’ve demanded I take his cock in my mouth, to give in to him. He could’ve done it on the plane. I would’ve eagerly opened my mouth and sucked him deep, allowed him to fuck my face, to take what he needed from me. Or maybe he could’ve ordered me to eat Clarissa’s pussy. To feast on her while she writhed and moaned, her hands linking in my hair as she held me to her. All while Master watched.
“Fuck,” I hissed as I shoved my shorts down.
The cool air hit my balls and I shivered, although it certainly wasn’t cold in the house. Still, I stroked my cock, closing my eyes and imagining Master and Clarissa together. I wished I could be there, even if Master simply wanted me to sit and watch. I would. Definitely.
I wouldn’t mind seeing those two beautiful people touching one another. Was Master the type who liked to restrain his submissive? Was that his thing? Did he want to tie her down and use his mouth to pleasure her?
“Ah, damn,” I moaned, squeezing my cock to stave off my orgasm.
I found it immensely pleasurable to think of the two of them together, to fantasize about me and Clarissa focusing all our attention on Master. The two of us pleasuring him.
I knew it was a fantasy, something that might not ever come to fruition because I couldn’t read Master’s mind, didn’t know what it was he was seeking from me. As of now, nothing sexual had happened between us. Not so much as a kiss.
But my cock didn’t seem to realize that. It throbbed as I stroked harder, faster.
My mind conjured up an image of me and Master on his private jet. He ordered me to my knees, then forced his cock into my mouth, holding my head while he fucked my face, his fingers tightly tangled in my hair. Clarissa was there, kneeling behind me, her soft, smooth hands roaming over my naked body.
I came hard, my cock spurting all over my T-shirt. My breaths sawed in and out of my lungs and I forced my eyes open.
There was no plane.
There was no Clarissa.
There was no Master.
I hated how much that disappointed me.
FOURTEEN
Clarissa
MY ENTIRE BODY HUMMED WITH arousal. Laid out like this … having Trent’s warm hands on my skin … it was more than I’d anticipated, more than I’d ever thought I would have, in fact.
When we were on his plane, I’d managed to relax a little. During the scene, I was living in the moment, succumbing to Trent’s domination. I’d go so far as to say I’d felt whole for the first time in a long time.
Having Troy there with us, knowing he could look at any time had kept my mind focused on something other than the way Trent easily played my body. He made me come with nipple clamps and his thumb on my clit. It had been easy to let go, but only because I was distracted.
But I’d known what that was. No different from what was taking place now. Trent was determining our compatibility by exerting his dominance, and I couldn’t deny that I was drawn to him. Neither of us was forcing the attraction, it simply was.
Even the kisses we’d shared had proven there was a definite lure. And I had loved kissing him. Kissing was one of those deciding factors in a relationship. If your partner was sloppy or unskilled, it could make or break a heated moment. Trent was certainly skilled in that department and I briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss this man forever.
I could feel his eyes on me and my natural instinct to cover myself was great, but I managed to keep my hands above my head. I was completely aware of every inch of my exposed skin, the way my nipples tightened, goose bumps popping up over my arms, the slight quiver in my belly. Oddly enough, I didn’t focus on my flaws. I was desperate to please him, only I wasn’t sure how I would do that. This was the hard part for me, blocking out my own desires to offer the response my Dom was looking for.
