Page 46 of Ascension

Once I was completely naked, I lowered to my knees, my body folding in devotion before her, before my Mistress.

FIRE & ICE

She looked up at me from the floor, lips parted, breath shaky, her body trembling like a live wire. The sight of Amiyah on her knees in front of me did something deep, something dangerous to my already raging desire and need. Power surged hot through my veins, thick as desire, curling low in my belly.

James knelt to my right, head bowed, his broad back rigid with the kind of tension I loved to carve open. Seeing him like that, so still, so disciplined, but vibrating with need, always fed my hunger, but now, with her kneeling too, eyes wide, lips whispering Mistress like a prayer?

It wasn’t power anymore, it was divinity.

I slid the leather glove off my other hand, finger by finger, taking my time, letting the room wait on me. Then I cupped Amiyah’s face in both hands, my thumbs brushing the soft line of her throat. Her pulse hammered so fast I could feel it against my fingertips.

“You like to be touched,” I murmured, my voice a velvet blade. “Not struck. Not bruised. You want to feel.”

Her lips parted, the words catching. “Yes, Mistress.”

I smiled. “And you…” I turned, reaching around to grab James by his throat, yanking his head back just enough to see the raw hunger burning in his eyes. “…you crave pain. You want me to take what you think is yours and break you with it.”

He groaned, the sound low and guttural, and my pussy clenched at the surrender in it.

I straightened, rolling my shoulders, my leather coat sliding down my arms until it hit the floor. The room seemed to exhale all at once. My corset dug into my ribs, pushing my breasts high, leather gleaming in the candlelight.

“I’ll make sure you both have what you need,” I said, voice carrying like smoke. “But you’ll have it my way.”

I circled Amiyah first, trailing my bare fingertips along her shoulder, down her arm, across the soft swell of her breasts until she gasped. Her body arched into my touch, desperate already, every nerve alive. I dragged my nail down the inside of her thigh, just shy of where she wanted me most, and she whimpered, thighs trembling.

“Look at you,” I whispered, crouching low until I was eye to eye with her. “Already soaking for me, because I looked at you on that stage.”

Her lips trembled. “I can’t stop, Mistress. I—”

I pressed a finger to her mouth, silencing her. “You don’t have to stop. You just have to obey.”

She nodded, mouth closing around my finger, sucking it in like it was instinct. My clit pulsed at the sight.

Then I turned back to James. He hadn’t moved, still on his knees, but I could see the strain in every line of his body. I uncoiled the whip slowly, dragging the leather across his back, letting the weight of it hang in the air.

“Hands behind your back,” I commanded.

He obeyed instantly.

The whip cracked down across his broad shoulders, the sound echoing offthe walls. He groaned, head bowing lower, the sound of his submission rolling through me like thunder. I struck him again, harder, watching the muscles in his back tense, his breath shudder.

Beside me, Amiyah gasped, her hand twitching against her thigh like she wanted to touch herself again just from watching.

I smiled, turning to her. “That excites you. Watching a man like him bow. Hearing him moan when I hurt him.”

Her breath caught. “Yes, Mistress.”

I leaned close, my lips brushing her ear as my hand teased slow circles up her inner thigh, so close she shook with the confession. “And you don’t even need pain. Just a touch, just a whisper, and you’re already breaking for me.”

She whimpered, her head falling back against the wall, thighs parting as far as her courage allowed.

James groaned again as I snapped the whip against his skin, red blooming across his back like a signature. He shivered but didn’t move, his submission perfect.

“Do you see?” Focusing my attention back on the beauty submitting before me, I whispered in her ear. “Do you see how different you both are? How perfect you are for me? You need to feel, and he’ll take the pain, and together…” My fingers finally slid where she needed me most, slick heat coating them instantly. “…together you’ll give me everything.”

Her body arched, a broken moan tearing from her lips as I pushed my fingers into her dripping wet pussy and stroked her slow, teasing, circling her clit but never letting her tip over as I pulled them from her creamy folds and shoved them down James’ throat. His moan let me know just how good she tasted.

“Please,” she gasped.