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A diabolical grin rips me – and my self-confidence – in half. “I own the Avalon Lite.”

This is a new development, isn’t it? Katie does not strike me as the type to strap up in this kind of style, regardless of what partner she’s with. “The Lite isn’t bad,” I say in a vain attempt to keep the mood going. “I prefer this one. Full functionality.”

“Yes, I know. Which is why I shall politely ask that no surprises are awaiting me.”

“Surprises?”

She looks down at my lap again. “Full functionality,” she reminds me.

Here we go again. The lovely reminder that this isn’t any partner I’m attempting to lead in a scene. I’ve been with my fair share of submissive women who are already familiar with what I keep in my bedroom. I’ve had to teach and educate just as many. But here’s Kathleen Allen, who not only probably knows the difference between wooden and leather paddles, but the Avalon Lite and the Avalon Neo XL.

The Lite is smaller. You can play with it, but that’s where the fun stops. It’s good for on-the-go and for beginners who are messing around while experimenting. The Neo XL is something people like me prefer when having a wild night at home with our significant others. Not just because it’s a little bigger, either. It’s messy. The kind that women like Katie and me usually prefer once in a while.

Yet I’m somewhat shocked that she owns one from a similar line, let alone has used it before. Dare I ask on who, or would it ruin the scene? My curiosity is getting the best of me. How long until I shut everything down so she can tell me some of her hottest stories while we cuddle in my bed?

She lifts herself, bracing against my knees as her teeth come near my chin, reminding me that I’m supposed to tell her what and when. I should already be halfway to orgasm because the Neo XL has ridges that rub against my clit when we’re getting some action. That’s exactly what I wanted to loosen myself up when she arrived. An orgasm. Maybe three.

Instead, her pearly-white teeth nip my lip as she says, “Go easy on me. I’m a bitch on the other side of this thing, but this is my first time taking it.”

Speechless. I’m utterly speechless. And she knows it because she’s attempting to take control as she kisses my neck and grabs the Avalon, rubbing the ridges against my slit and making me gasp. My decision to forego binding so I can feel every sensation against my breasts tonight is working against me as Katie flicks one of the buttons on my shirt.

“No.” When I collect myself, I grab her wrist between my legs. “I told you to get on your knees. If you continue to be so insubordinate, I won’t just spank you – I’ll end this.”

Her eyes slightly widen. Defiant? I want her to enjoy this, but damn if I don’t pale in wonder to see that look in her beautiful blue eyes.

She kneels back down on the floor. I’m suddenly reminded to offer her something to make the experience more pleasant, but Katie doesn’t give me the chance. She lowers her mouth.

“Like this?’ she asks, grabbing my base and licking the underside of the Avalon. “Anything you want in particular?”

Yes. I refrain from saying my fantasy out loud, though. “Tonight, I’ll let you decide. I’m going easy on you.”

She snorts. “Whatever you say, Mistress.”

There was never any doubt that she was good at this. If there’s one thing we Dommes love, it’s oral sex. Reward. Punishment. Neither escapes the power of our tongues, even if what we’re tasting isn’t made of skin. We have to be good. Part of what we offer is the promise of the kind of intense climax you only get when someone deigns to have their face between your legs.

Katie isn’t just good. She’s fan-fucking-tastic.

If any of this intimidates her, I never feel it. Her lips and tongue slide so effortlessly over me that I feel like I’m slipping into a sweet state of unconsciousness. I want to lie back, close my eyes, and enjoy this until I can’t stand the sight, the sensations anymore. But I can’t show her that side of me yet. When she looks up at me, with those big, blue eyes, her lips pulsing, her tongue licking, she can only witness my stoic demeanor.

Even though inside I am fucking dying.

That look Katie gives me. She can feel how much I love this, even if she can’t see it in my poker face. She can feel it in the way I tremble against the Avalon, in the way I squeeze her bun, in the way my heat expands through our bodies. Whether she’s grabbing it and kissing my bare thighs or giving everything her oral attention… she knows this is an instance where a sub has the real control.

I am losing control.

All right, Ira, it’s decision time. We’re almost to the point of no return. Another minute of this, and you’ll be showing her what the Neo XL can really do. She will be pissed the hell off if you do it in her mouth. No surprises, right?

Maybe her breasts. The ones poking out of that pushup bra and tantalizing my eyes. Or her pretty hair… but I would like to keep grabbing it.

I’ll grab it now.

“Mmf!” She instantly relaxes. For a moment even I panic that I did this too suddenly, that I’d have to wait for her to fight to catch her breath as she smacks me for that and I lose her all night, forever. But she’s quick to adapt. Katie takes a deep breath through her nostrils and resumes, squeezing me, grabbing me, going faster because she knows the ridges on the other side of the Avalon are rippling against my clit.

I can’t hold back. My thighs are burning, my whole pelvis screaming at me to come while I have this beautiful and gentle sight before me. The woman I’ve crushed on harder than any other in my life is in her lingerie, on her knees, not at all intimidated or disgusted by how I get off in the privacy of my own home.

I change.

This is the part where the brain says goodbye to all logic and reason. I’ve got Katie’s head in my hand. Katie. Kathleen Allen.