“Well, that’s good to know.” Giving her body a shake, she turned around. “Back down on your knees, boy, while I figure out what we’re doing next.”
Freddy dropped obediently to his knees, taking the time to admire her now mostly naked body. Her breasts were completely uncovered, the soft flesh imprinted with the boning design from the corset, as were the curves of her sides and stomach. The lacy black underwear she was wearing showed enough for him to know that she shaved some of her mound, but not all of it.
His fingers itched to soothe the imprints on her skin where the boning had left its mark—she’d be tingling and sensitive there—but she hadn’t asked him to, and since she’d admitted how long it had been since she’d scened, he wanted to let her take the lead completely.
“Hmm… I think this.”
Peeking, surprise flowed through him when she came to a stop in front of a bondage chair rather than the Queening Throne. It was meant for submissives, as was made clear by the number of restraint options attached to it. As he watched, Mistress Camille slipped off her underwear and turned around to sit on the chair.
It was slightly tilted back enough that when she put her legs on the rests, she was in the position a lot of Tops preferred for their bottoms, with her thighs spread wide open to show off the glossy arousal coating her pussy lips. Freddy’s cock stirred at the sight. He’d been right about her hair. Soft curls adorned the top of her mound, shaped into a neat triangle, but she clearly shaved everywhere else. Or waxed.
She pointed at the spot between her thighs.
“Come here, Freddy, and show me how well you can service me.”
Excitement fizzed through him. He didn’t mistake what she wanted. She might not have sat on the Queening Throne, but that didn’t change her intent. It was just a different position.
Though she hadn’t asked him to, he crawled to her, ignoring how hard the floor was on his knees. It was a short distance and the look in her eyes more than made up for any discomfort. If that had been a test, he felt sure he’d passed.
Coming up between her legs, he didn’t immediately dive into her pussy, despite how tempting it was. Brushing his cheek along her inner thigh, he took his time, letting his lips drop on the middle of her thigh for a brief kiss before turning his attention to the other leg. His tongue traced a small line along her flesh, and she sighed, leaning back against the comfortable padding of the chair while one of her hands dropped down on his head.
Twining her fingers through his hair, she didn’t pull him into her, letting him do as he pleased, but her grip reminded him she was still in charge. He moved closer and closer to her pussy, inhaling the delicate scent of her sex as he approached. Moaning, she gripped his hair a little harder, the tug a pleasant sensation that went straight to his dick. Satisfaction surged through him as he made his way to the outer lips of her pussy and finally let his tongue delve between them, tasting the ambrosia gathered there. It was pure heaven on his tongue.
Camille
Despite his slow approach, which she’d rather enjoyed, Freddy had no hesitation about diving into her pussy and feasting like a starving man. His tongue danced over her sensitive folds, tasting, and exploring. Quick suction against her clit retreated, then returned, over and over, teasing her but driving her pleasure higher.
Leaning back in the chair, she regripped the silky strands of his hair. This was the reason she’d chosen this chair rather than the Queening Throne in the first place. She loved the feel of a man’s face buried between her thighs, not just under her, loved to hold his hair and direct him if he needed it.
Freddy didn’t need it.
She still liked having a hold on him, and he seemed to be enjoying it as well.
There wasn’t much he needed to be told to do.
The joy of an experienced submissive.
Giving herself over to the pleasure, Camille shuddered as she let him worship her orally, his tongue delving and pushing, the suction on her clit growing greater with each pass. He ate her out as though she was his favorite fucking delicacy.
Hot pleasure curled and curled and curled inside her, winding tightly about her inner core like wool being spun. When his mouth closed over her clit and began to suck and tongue relentlessly, she felt as if she was going to levitate.
“Oh God… yes… right there…” Her hips surged up, rocking her pussy against his mouth, and Freddy’s blue gaze lifted to watch her. The intensity in his eyes, the sheer pleasure he was getting from giving her pleasure, sent her over the peak.
Throwing her head back, Camille let herself rock against him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, fulfilling her in a way that none of her toys ever could. Freddy suckled her clit, wringing every last drop of erotic rapture from her body she could give.
Releasing his hair, she smoothed it back, and he moved with her hand, falling back and panting from his efforts, his eyes shining with happiness.
“Very good boy,” she said breathlessly. Taking a few deep breaths, she gathered herself. Boneless and satisfied, she wasn’t ready to let that go yet. “Come on, let’s go get in bed.” Aftercare was still necessary, but it was getting late, so she wanted them both comfortable just in case.
For the first time, Freddy hesitated.
“Are you sure…” His voice trailed off as she gave him a look.
She wouldn’t have made the invitation if she wasn’t sure. Part of her appreciated his attempt at chivalry, but another part of her…
“Don’t make me spank you for questioning me,” she said mildly.
To her surprise, Freddy grinned.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time. Mistress.”
Laughter bubbling up inside her, she shook her head as he helped her to her feet.
“Come on.” Keeping his hand in hers, she led him to the other room, stopping to scoop up his clothes on the way. “You don’t have to sleep over, but you need some water before you go at the very least, and I would like to cuddle if you don’t object to that as part of aftercare.”
“Consider me your personal teddy bear.”
He was funny. And submissive. Both qualities she liked in a man.
Now that the scene was over and her hormones were quieting, she couldn’t help but wonder if he might be interested in… more. Maybe a date? If not a date, maybe more scenes in the future?
It felt fast, but then again, so was everything else she had just done.
Was she trying to make this into something other than a one-night stand to make herself feel better? No, she decided after a moment. She wouldn’t have scened with him if she hadn’t felt a spark and wouldn’t be interested in a second round if it hadn’t been fantastic.
The fact she liked the bit of his personality she’d been able to see so far was just icing on the cake.
She just barely managed to stop herself from going to get the water. Instead, she let go of his hand.
“The water is in the mini fridge. Please get us each a bottle,” she said, tempering her tone to make it a request rather than an order now that they weren’t in the scene anymore. Freddy’s amused glance made her realize, of course, he knew where the bottles were—he worked here. Oh, well.
She busied herself pulling down the sheets on the bed and crawling in. Freddy came back with the bottle and handed it to her. Cracking it open, she patted the spot next to her, and he willingly climbed on, both of them taking long swigs of the water.