“Take some deep breaths,” he instructed.“Four counts in. Hold for four. Four counts out. Hold forfour.”
I wanted to make a joke about this not beingyoga class, but the breathing did help. It took my mind off thefact that I was seconds away from the point of no return.
“Take the time to calm yourself down,” hewent on. “Eventually, you’ll get so good at this, you won’t need tosay the word at all.”
I doubted that. I highly, highly doubted it.But Matt had never steered me wrong before, so I figured I might aswell try.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked onmy last, shivering exhale.
“If you can do so without coming.”
I fell back into the groove, rolling mypelvis to move my clit over and over the head of the cane.
“One more for practice,” he said. “Then, I’mgoing to fuck you.”
“Yes, my dragon.” My internal musclesclenched at the thought of him penetrating me. There was no way I’dbe able to have him inside me after the ginger this morning and twodenied orgasms without going over the edge.
But that’s what the word was for.
Just because I couldn’t reach the peak thatdidn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the climb. I slowed my movements, andhe followed suit. I savored the zings of pleasure that arrivedcloser and closer together. I breathed deeply, counted thosebreaths, and closed my eyes to get hyperaware of my body.Fourin, hold, four out, hold. Those spikes of pleasure softened,and the space between them lengthened.
I focused on the sounds around us. The faintparty noise and the string quartet. The birds overhead, thefountain behind me.
My wet pussy slicking over the snarlingsilver dragon.
“That’s it, princess.” There was pride in mydragon’s voice. I didn’t want to obey him. I wanted to exceed hisexpectations of me. I wanted to see how long it could go, how longI could put off needing to stop completely.
How long I could stand, bare from the waistdown, in the strange privacy of the hedge maze yards from a fancygarden party.
There it was. The acknowledgment of oursituation, the threat of being discovered in such a wildlyinappropriate setting, doing wildly inappropriate things, that mademe squeak, “Diamond!”
He held the cane still but didn’t move itaway. “Tell me when it’s safe.”
In four, hold four, out four, holdfour, I chanted in my brain, my cunt fluttering with the threatof climax. Then…nothing. I didn’t come. Still counting my breaths,I nodded to Matt that it was okay to move the cane.
“Good girl.” He took my panties out of hispocket and used them to clean the head of the cane before pushinghimself up from the bench. “Bend over.”
I braced my hands on the bench and let himpush my skirt up.
“This is going to be fast,” he warned. “Butthat doesn’t matter, since you’re not getting off, anyway.”
The teasing wassobratty, I almostlaughed.
“But on the off chance that I don’t comewithin seconds, remember to use your word.” The head of his cocknudged me and slipped inside. His deep groan vibrated along everynerve. “You’ve looked so good to me all day. Not while you weregrinding yourself on my cane. Not standing here with your dresshiked up, begging to get caught.”
He stroked slowly, his breathing audiblyshallow.
When he spoke again, his voice was tightwith strain. “It was just you being close to me. Standing next tome at this fucking party, looking beautiful and innocent…thenletting me…”
He surged forward, and a hot burst floodedmy cunt.
Vain pleasure flushed my cheeks. He’d lostcontrol of himself so quickly, and all because of me.
That was almost as satisfying as anorgasm.
He pulled out with a curse. “Wow. Thatwas…”
“Fast. You’re welcome for me being so hot.”I straightened and turned to face him. “I’ll need my panties backnow.”