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“Yeah.”

I’d love to say the opposite, but I really wanted to do it, too—even if Hitachi wands still looked intimidating. It couldn’t be more intense than nipple clamps, right? I just had to center myself. Preferably, I wouldn’t get distracted by Claude dripping half a bottle of lube down my crack, but… No such luck.

It was cold, too. I hissed. They’d done it on purpose, and I both hated and loved them for it. Realizing I was a slut for sensation play had both pros and cons, as it turned out. With a tease like Claude for a Domm, I saw more of the cons than the pros, but I just happened to be a slut for those too.

The thought had me squirming. I grabbed on to a fistful of sheets, letting my head rest to the side against the pillow.

“There’s something else,” Claude spoke at the same time as my body stiffened with the feel of the dildo against my entrance.

I breathed through it. Knowing Claude—or starting to—they could be talking about anything and everything.

“What is it?” I whined.

Another development was in learning that I could be whiny as fuck. I was still figuring out how I felt about it, or how far I could push it before it became too much—either for Claude, or, let’s face it, for me.

Claude leaned down against me, until their teeth grazed over my shoulder. It was a tease, but it was a silent command for my body to relax, too, to sink into that space where not much mattered.

“After I’m done with you, I want you to grab the wand, and I want you to keep me coming until I pass out from it.”

I gasped—well, I tried to; there wasn’t enough air in the room for me to fully manage it. “Okay.”

Okay might not be the most proper, but it was all I could come up with. It was a good thing Claude wasn’t one for protocol.

I wouldn’t make it long if I had to be all “Yes, Ser,” “No, Ser.” It was nothing personal, but I just couldn’t see myself doing it. I had to be formal enough with certain clients, all “Ma’am” this, and “Sir” that. It was hard enough to remember during my work hours.

I didn’t want to add that struggle outside of work, too.

“Where did you go to?”

Shit.

Claude chuckled, but embarrassment filled me. I didn’t know why I drifted in the middle of things sometimes. I didn’t like it, either.

“Sorry.”

I shifted my hips from side to side. Maybe I could entice them into… something. Forgetting that I was an absolute mess? That sounded about right. I knew Claude didn’t think of me that way, but being a mess was not something I could change.

I was lucky that some people found it charming—Claude amongst them, all complaints aside.

“Hmm,” Claude teased. Their finger circled my rim before going lower, brushing against my taint. I let out a low moan. I was also lucky that Claude was in even more of a given mood than usual. “You’re going to open up so well for me, aren’t you?”

I didn’t need to answer, but I still grunted out a yes. It felt wrong to just stay there and take it. I wanted to get better at it—talking while all my senses were overloaded with Claude.

I’d read the forums about the dangers of subspace when it became a place that kept you from being able to check in with your Domm. I didn’t want to make anything about us dangerous—as sappy as it could sound.

“I will,” I emphasized, “I will, Claude.”

“I know you will,” they teased. The tip of the dildo was back against my hole. Claude didn’t breach me with it right away, but they tested the give in my skin. They added more pressure, more and more, until the head popped in. “That’s right. Fuck, the sounds you make, gorgeous.”

I half-groaned, half-whined. Claude loved giving praise while they played with my body. It was hot, but it also left me not knowing what to say, and unable to hide. They were always extra crass, too—something else I was sure they did on purpose because their cursing left me more unsettled, made me more flustered.

“Please, please, please.” I chanted.

I needed to feel full, to be stretched wide for them. Claude seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace. It was torturous. I moaned, whimpered, begged even if I was sure the words were unintelligible. I was beginning to understand that anticipation could feel heavier than any kind of play there was.

Claude’s hand petted my side, softly. It was barely there, but I was acutely aware of it. I was always aware of everything with them. I couldn’t not be. I wouldn’t know where to start, if we were being perfectly honest.

“Patience,” they drawled.