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Walking into Lustz, I felt its energy hit me and begin to sink into me. I’d been excited since we arranged to do it the other night. Part of the thrill was devising something for Carver. The rest was sharing part of it with our friends. The last bit was waiting to see his face when he saw what I was wearing.

When I came out of our bedroom at home, all he could see was my head and feet. The rest of me was covered in a long, sleek, black leather trench coat. He smiled and asked what I was hiding, but when I said it was a surprise, he didn’t push.

I slicked back and braided my hair. My makeup was dark and very vampish, which was the vibe I was going for. My eyes were lined and shadowed with dark, smoky colors, and my lips were a dark burgundy. My black, shiny leather boots came up to just above the knee. My jewelry was an antique silver Baroque-style choker laced up in the front and back with black satin laces. I had thin, long silver earrings that looked like swords piercing my ear and coming out the other side. Carver told me I was beautiful and kissed me once I assured him he wouldn’t mess up my lipstick. I had on the kind that didn’t transfer.

Before entering Lustz, we saw that Hoss and Mikhail’s vehicles were in the private garage. I texted Taj and Cady a short message to let them know we were on our way in. We were standing in the front area of the first floor, checking out who was there, when the two couples joined us. Hugs and compliments on how everyone looked were exchanged.

“You’re all gorgeous tonight. However, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’d love to see what Venus is hiding under that coat.”

Carver threw out.

He was running his gaze up and down me expectantly. I knew I wasn’t capable of hiding any longer. To tease him, I slowly untied the belt. He let a slight growl of annoyance escape, which made me smirk.

“Servass, if you don’t behave, I won’t take this off. Patience,”

I reminded him.

He took a deep breath, and I watched as his demeanor changed. He became Servass. His dominance was there, but muted. He was willingly restraining it for me. I found that sexy and immensely arousing.

“I’m sorry, Venus. Please do as you wish.”

His tone was softer.

I saw Cady’s eyebrows go up. Carver had told me she hadn’t been here at the same time as him to play, so she had no idea how he was. She would after tonight.

“That’s better, Devoted One.”

I gave him a pleased smile.

I stopped untying the belt to prolong the reveal tension and spent time scanning him. He’d worn the black leather pants I asked for. His shirt had been his to choose, and he’d chosen a perfect one. It was quarter-sleeved and had a round neck. The entire thing was made of soft leather, but the sleeves were cut so wide that strips of skin showed. These openings highlighted his muscles and his tattoos. When he’d get excited, his nipples would press against it. At his stomach, I could see the outline of his abs. Before I got too excited, I returned to what I was doing. I finished undoing the belt and let the coat slide down my arms.

Hoss and Mikhail whistled as their women gasped and then squealed for joy. They told me how sexy it was. It was a new outfit I’d gotten and never worn. It was shaped like a vest, but instead of unzipping or unbuttoning it, the zipper was in the back, and the front had thin laces, giving it a corset-like look. It was cut into a deep V to allow the inner part of my breasts to show, but on the sides, it had slits that showed the sides of them, too.

The skirt I wore was reminiscent of a loincloth. Only a few inches on one side held it together, while the opposite side was sewn entirely. But it was so short that when I walked, you’d be able to get a peek at what I wore underneath if I wore anything. That would be discovered later. If I tried to bend at all, my ass would be on display for all to see.

I waited to see what Carver would say. He was staring hard at me, but not uttering a word. I couldn’t tell by his expression if he liked it, hated it, or was upset that I wore it. Had I gone too far? Cain hadn’t cared what I wore, but others could be touchy. I’d seen it in other couples.

I was about to pull my coat back up and on when Cady punched her brother in the arm. “Don’t stand there like a doofus. Say something. She’s about to cover up and leave,”

she hissed.

Her reprimand snapped him back to himself. He reached over and grabbed the coat.

“Don’t you dare cover up. I’m sorry you thought I didn’t like it, but I was stunned, and admiring took time, Venus. It’s so sensual, even though the major areas are covered. Please let me have the coat, and then would you slowly turn for me,”

he asked hoarsely.

As relief hit, I saw something that told me he wasn’t just saying it. His erection was pressing against his pants. Cady averted her eyes, but she grinned. I let him have what he requested, and then I turned. After I made it three hundred and sixty degrees, Carver moaned.

“Christ, if you do that fast enough or bend any, your ass and pussy will be visible. Are you wearing panties, Venus?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,”

I informed him. He moaned louder.

“Man, don’t take this the wrong way and kill me, but Venus is fucking hot in that outfit. I know we don’t do the D/s thing, but babe, you need an outfit like that,”

Hoss told Cady.

“Yep, you too, Tajah,”

Mikhail stated.

“Really?”

Cady asked in disbelief. Hoss nodded emphatically.

“If you want me to wear one of those, it’ll have to wait until I get my body back after this baby is born. But I’m not opposed to it. It’s freakin’ hot as hell,”

was Tajah’s answer.

I thanked them and relaxed. An attendant walked over to take the jacket and gave Carver a ticket to coat-check it. With my attire revealed, we moved further into the room. There were a decent number of people here despite it being early. The music was playing. We probably wouldn’t linger long on this floor. Maybe we’d have one drink, but I didn’t want anything alcoholic, though the others might.

We were weaving our way through. We received plenty of stares. People were calling out greetings. A few were directed at me. The rest were to the men, especially Mikhail, since our guys were the more well-known ones. He was gracious, but he didn’t stop to talk or linger. The way he held onto Tajah, you knew he was here for personal time, not work.

Both she and Cady were stunning in their outfits. Tajah made pregnancy look sultry. I hoped I’d look half as good as her when I was pregnant one day. We got drinks at the bar, though they were primarily non-alcoholic. Only Carver and Hoss had ones with alcohol in them.

We’d been standing in a huddle talking for a bit when our attention was caught by the music and dancing on the dance floor. There was a man up there dirty dancing with a woman. He had the moves, which were impressive for such a big guy. I studied him. It took me a few moments to understand why he looked so familiar. When I realized who he was, I was shocked. How did he get in here?

I was turning to point him out to Carver when we were spotted. The guy quickly said something to the woman and left her on the floor. She wasn’t happy. Her eyes narrowed on us. I was speechless when he joined us. He was smiling.

“Well, look who we have here. I was hoping I might run into you one of these nights. You’re looking ravishing, Alex,”

he said as he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I felt our group watching the interaction.

“I’d watch it with the kissing, Sawyer. I agreed to recommend you after what you did for Alexandra, but if you eye fuck her or get ideas, I’ll have the boss man kick your ass out,”

Carver said, jerking his chin toward Mikhail.

“Hey, no need to do that. It was a friendly kiss only. I know she’s yours, Carver. However, when you have a woman like her, you have to get used to men noticing her. You’d have to be dead not to,”

Sawyer defended himself.

Then he glanced over at Mikhail. “It’s a pleasure to see you and the rest of the gang again. I love your place. It’s better than I imagined.”

“It’s good to see you, Sawyer. And thank you for the compliment. Lustz has taken me years to perfect, but I love it. This is my wife, Tajah. And you have to recall Cady and Hoss. We’re having a relaxing night out and thought we’d play here,”

Mikhail explained.

As Sawyer shook hands and said hello, I had to say something. “You never told me you and Sawyer were in contact or that you were sponsoring him,”

I informed Carver. Why would he not tell me?

“I didn’t. I knew you couldn’t do it until you’d been here a year, and Sawyer expressed interest when we met. He and I exchanged numbers. I know you and his sister have been developing a friendship. I called a couple of weeks ago and asked if he wanted to check Lustz out. I explained the rules, and when he said yes, I had him meet Reuben. It wasn’t done to be sneaky,”

Carver assured me.

“Oh no, it wasn’t, Alex. Don’t blame Carver. He said nothing because I asked him not to. I didn’t want you to think my sister and I were only being friendly to get something out of you. He surprised me when he made the offer,”

Sawyer added. I let the sincerity of his words sink in before asking him a question.

“Speaking of Sharlena, did she win the debate about whether she could join as well?” I asked.

“God, we’ve argued about it, but you said Carver and Cady make it work, so she keeps throwing that in my face.

Thank you for that, by the way.

We agreed I’d join first and get a few months under my belt, and then she’d join.

She can’t wait.

I’ve got to thank you.

Your friendship with Sharlena has brightened her up.

She’s been in a funk for a long time.

Having you to talk to is wonderful for her.”

I’d discovered she was somewhat depressed and didn’t have close friends, but the cause was still a mystery.

I knew one day she’d trust me enough to tell me.

We stood there talking for a good ten minutes before he excused himself.

The woman he’d left on the dance floor had huffed off when he didn’t return immediately.

We wished each other a good time and then moved upstairs to the second floor.

It was close to ten o’clock, and more people were arriving.

The second floor was quieter and had a more intense vibe.

Conversations were muted.

Avid attention was being paid to the shows.

Employees performed some, and others were patrons and patronesses.

We were slowly making our way around to see what there was to see.

It would soon be time to break off and pursue our interests for the night.

That’s when a man and woman on a stage snagged my attention.

He was tall with black hair and dark skin, but his eyes were the brightest blue.

They were startling.

He was handsome.

His upper body was bare, and he was covered in tattoos.

I’d pick him to be in his late thirties, maybe forty.

The woman he was with, who was receiving the strikes of the rattan cane he held, was younger.

She was shorter, an inch or two taller than I was.

She had light blond hair that was in a long braid that was to her ass. Her pale skin showed the marks of the cane to perfection.

Depending on what you used, you had to know what you were doing to leave marks that faded without bruising or left bruises that lingered for a few days, as well as not break the skin.

The way he handled the cane told me he was a master.

He was inflicting pain on her, but her cries and the look of joy on her face told me she was loving it.

Her green eyes sparkled.

They were finishing what appeared to be an intense scene.

The fierce man put down his cane and removed the restraints on her wrists.

She was secured to a St.

Andrew’s cross.

He whispered to her and rubbed her shoulders lovingly as he was doing it.

I was surprised when Mikhail called out to him.

“It’s about time you two got your asses here.

I thought you left me,”

Mikhail said cheerfully.

Both glanced over and smiled. When the blonde woman was free, the man cuddled her close, and they came to the edge of the stage. Mikhail shook his hand. The rest of us stayed back.

“It’s great to be here. Yeah, it’s been too long. We left Storm at the compound to be spoiled so we could take the night for ourselves. I never tire of this place, even if we rarely visit,”

the man replied.

“Glad to hear it. You always have a place here, no matter how long you go between visits. Here, let me introduce you. You’ve met my wife, Tajah.”

“We see that Mikhail didn’t waste time getting you pregnant, did he? Are you sure he’s not a biker?”

the blonde teased.

Taj laughed. “I’m sure. It’s a primal thing. It’s wonderful to see you both again.”

“You too. I still can’t believe someone made Mikhail give up his bachelorhood,”

her man stated.

“As if you becoming a married man and father was expected. Let me finish the introductions. I know you need to provide her with aftercare. You remember Hoss and Cady. You met them at the wedding. And Carver is Cady’s brother, again, I think you might’ve met. However, this is Alexandra, Carver’s woman. Lexi, since you’re the only one who hasn’t met them, this is Payne and his old lady, Jayla. They’re part of the Archangel’s Warriors MC we told you about.”

I recalled where I heard the name Payne and the context. He was one of the guys who would help teach Reef a lesson if necessary and would enjoy doing it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you,”

I said. The two of them said the same to me. All of us exchanged a few more words and then excused ourselves. Jayla was still in an altered state of mind, and Payne didn’t want her to experience a drop.

When they were gone, I had to clarify. “Payne is the guy you talked about. The sadist in that motorcycle club.”

“Yes, he is. He came here for years until he met Jayla. When they got together, she helped him with some of his sadistic needs and others he no longer found he desired. He’s the enforcer for the Hunters Creek chapter of the Warriors. They’re the ones who will perform the second talk with you-know-who,”

Mikhail explained.

I didn’t want to think about Reef or leave the headspace I wanted to be in tonight, so I didn’t ask more questions.

From here, we drifted apart in silent agreement.

Hoss and Cady went one way, Mikhail and Tajah stayed where we talked to Payne and Jayla, and Carver and I went opposite his sister.

People were kissing and cuddling.

I paid more attention to the windows of the themed rooms.

Glancing at a clock mounted over the bar, I saw it was almost time for our main event.

I wanted Carver to be insane with desire by the time we got to actual play.

Spotting an unoccupied leather bench, I walked over to it.

As I did, I held up my hand and crossed my fingers.

Carver fell in behind me.

When I got to it, I put one foot up on the low seat and bent over to fiddle with the toe of my boot.

Just by bending that much, my skirt hiked up enough to show him the bottom of my ass cheeks. I heard him inhale deeply. I rubbed at the toe, making my hips swing.

Before he could say anything, I lowered my leg.

I went to inspect the other boot but didn’t place my foot on the bench this time, forcing me to bend much further.

The skirt shifted even higher, and I knew the moment he saw that I wasn’t wearing anything beneath it, not even a thong.

His inhalation was louder, and he groaned.

Carver didn’t say or do anything, although I had no doubt he wanted to do both.

I had my crossed fingers, which was the signal we agreed upon that would tell him when to go into full submissive mode.

When I glanced back at him, his eyes were glued to my ass.

His hands were fisted at his sides, and the erection tenting his pants was growing by the second.

Watching his face, I ran my hands up the outside of my legs.

When they touched the bottom of my skirt, I slid my fingers under the back half and flicked them, causing the leather to fold upward, exposing my entire ass to him and anyone else watching.

His jaw was clenched, and the heat burning in his eyes was intense. He was rigid. I knew he saw what was clenched between my cheeks. The gem had to sparkle back at him. It was the butt plug he’d shown me the first time we played with my ass. We’d progressed past any hesitation. I’d been training myself to take his cock. Not wanting to push him too far and needing him to touch me, I gave my first command.

“Devoted One, would you like to touch my ass?” I asked.

“God, yes, Domina, I would love to touch you if you’ll permit me,”

he said gutturally.

“Then touch me.”

He came closer, but before he laid a finger on me, he asked, “How would you like me to do it? Is there a specific way or place you want or need?”

“You may do it anyway or anywhere you want.”

His finger stroked up one ass cheek, softly and using only one finger. He traced the entire globe of my cheek before he repeated it on the other side. I loved to be teased, but my desire was high. I’d been fantasizing about this night with him since Wednesday. In anticipation, we hadn’t had sex for the past two nights. Add to it the hotness happening around us. I was horny, and I prayed I’d be able to make him as crazy to fuck me as I was to be fucked.

When he finished, his hands grabbed both cheeks, and he squeezed them, kneading them. I groaned. It tightened around the plug.

“Anyway, that I want,”

he reiterated.

I nodded and said, “Yes.”

I jerked and gasped when he slapped my ass hard back and forth. He gave each one three swats before he stopped. My backside was warming a little. Then his nails raked over the red spots I knew were there. I moaned when he unexpectedly tugged on the butt plug. Easing it partially out of my asshole, he paused, swirled it in a circle, then shoved it back in. He fucked the plug in and out three times, then stopped. He was breathing hard.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Devoted One. What do you want?”

I egged him on. Even though I was in charge, I wanted to hear what he wanted to do.

“I want to finger fuck your pussy and ass until you come. Then eat you until you come again. When I’ve tortured us both long enough, I desire to slam my dripping cock into you and fuck you raw. And it would be twice. Once in your cunt and the second time in that ass. I want you dripping cum all night, Domina.”

His words made my whole body flush hot, and my pussy went from very wet to soaked. We were outside our room. I caught the signal from one of the disciples to tell me it was ready. We were attracting the attention of others. Some had come closer to see what was happening. I didn’t care if I was noticed, but I wanted to be in the room with Carver more.

I straightened, then swung around to face him. He was watching me closely. I smiled as I swiped my fingers between my legs. I shuddered when I grazed my clit. I held up my glistening hand. As he avidly stared, I sucked one finger clean. I heard more than his groan when I did that. I edged closer to Carver and then placed my fingers against his mouth.

Carver didn’t stick out his tongue or try to suck my fingers. Christ, he was such a good sub. He was waiting for me to tell him what to do. “You’ve been so good at getting me wet that you deserve a taste, I think. Here’s a taste of what’s to come. Clean my sticky fingers, Devoted.”

I demanded after praising him.

He moaned after the first finger was sucked into his mouth. He thoroughly laved them free of any cum. When he was done, I lowered my hand, took his hand, and tugged. He came with me. When I took him to the door of our room, his eyes widened. Entering, I shut and locked the door. The window shade was down. We were entirely private in here.

“Have you ever been in this one?” I asked.

“No. Have you?”

“No. I wouldn’t want to be with just anyone. This room is for special occasions and someone special. That’s when I’d like to create a memory. Will you provide me with one I can have forever, sub? Will you make your mistress happy by letting her fulfill one of your fantasies? You know, making you happy or helping you to meet your goals makes me very delighted.”

“Christ, how can you ask that? I never thought, shit,”

he muttered. He was scanning the room, taking it all in. I did the same. This playroom was the porn studio-themed one. It was set up with a bed. It contained everything one imagined when one thought of a porno.

Carver had told me one of his recurring fantasies when he was young was that he starred in a porno. He said all the guys he hung with had talked about how cool it would be to be in one and to fuck a woman on camera. Some wanted to have a gangbang, while others wanted two women or more. That had been when he was a teenager and in the early days of college. I knew this was perfect for what I wanted to do tonight. We’d be creating one helluva memory if he agreed. I was nervous he might say no.

“You said this was a dream for you to do one day. I can’t give you more than one woman. I’m too possessive to share you. But I swear, if you let me, I can make this a night you’ll never forget.”

“God, yes, I want it, and there’s no one I want other than you. Tell me. What do I have to do?” he asked.

“Submit. Let me have you and deny me nothing. Let me be in charge. You know what disappoints me in the pornos I’ve seen. The guy or guys always direct the whole thing, and the woman does what she’s told. I want to be the one to tell you what to do and have you do it. I promise, if you do, I’ll make you come over and over, and when we’re done, you’ll beg me to stop. I want to drain your cum from you and make you weak. I want you never to desire anyone but me when I’m finished.”

“Yes, yes to it all,”

he panted.

“I was going to tease and lead you on for a while, but I’m fucking horny. I want you, Devoted One. But before you let me start, you need to hear what I meant by not denying me anything. We’ve been playing a lot this last week with plugs in our asses. Holding back these past two nights was hell. When you helped me put my plug in last night before we slept, I almost broke and begged you to take my ass.”

“I’ve been imagining it all week,”

he admitted.

“Good. Then if you let me control the scenes for our movie and do what I command, I’ll let you have my ass.”

He moaned, and I swear his erection grew. I needed him naked soon.

“However, to get that ultimate prize, you have to let me take your ass. You’ve been doing so well accepting my fingers and the plug in your tight hole. I want to fuck you and make you come so hard you can’t breathe. I want to peg your virgin ass, baby. You have no idea how hot and desperate I am to experience that. It’s a fantasy I never thought would happen. I want to know what it feels like to be the man fucking with a cock. I’ve always had cock envy.

“Cock envy?”

he croaked.

“Yes. Why don’t you get undressed while I explain?”

He didn’t rush his undressing, and I had to concentrate on what I was saying. “Where was I? Oh yes, cock envy. For ladies, we can diddle ourselves, but I’ve always thought being a guy with a cock would be great. How much pleasure can you get? You can stroke it so differently. Watch yourself come. I bet you beat off a lot when you were young, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me, how often when you were a horny teenager aching to fuck a girl did you fantasize you were as you beat off? Did you ever sneak and watch pornos or find dirty magazines and look at the pictures and get off?”

“Jesus, yes, all the time. I was jerking off three or four times a day. I found a stash of movies Father had, and I’d sneak and watch those when no one was home but me,”

he confessed.

“Mmm, I would’ve loved to see that. I think a cock is beautiful. You can watch it squirt cum everywhere. My pussy doesn’t do that, although it feels good when I get off. I always wondered what it would be like to have a cock and fuck someone. The way you moan and groan when you do me tells me it feels great. What does it feel like when cum comes shooting out? Or a pussy grips it tightly?”

“You’ve got to stop. I’m fucking about to come from listening to you,”

he pleaded. He was naked, and his cock was standing straight out from his body. The head was covered in precum and dark red. His piercings shone bright. His fists were clenched at his sides as he panted.

“If you don’t hold back, this ends,”

I warned him.

As he stiffened, I went to stand before him. I turned my back on him. “Unzip this top.”

He did, and I shivered when his fingertips grazed my skin. When it was undone, it took nothing to remove it and toss it to where his clothing was. I swung around to face him after I put distance between us. Carver watched as I untied the bow on the side of my skirt, where barely anything held it together. It slithered to the floor.

“Come here,”

I demanded. He stumbled once, then came to me. “I want you to kneel with one knee on the floor and the other bent, like a man proposing.”

He did it. When he was positioned, I lifted my left leg and placed the sole of my booted foot on his bent knee. “Remove my boot,” I said.

Watching such a powerful man submit to my demands was a turn-on. He slid down the zipper slowly. That was the thing. Even while he was obeying, he didn’t get in a hurry. He made it last and sensual. When he eventually hurried, I knew he was at the end of his control. I switched legs so he could do the other as soon as he had that boot off. The entire time he worked on them, he was where he could see my soaked pussy and smell it. I saw his eyes stray there several times, and he licked his lips a few times.

When I was free of the boots, I put both feet on the floor and stood there, studying him. “Thank you, Devoted. Do you still agree to allow me to have you in every way I desire? If not, say so. We can wait or move it to the hard no list.”

He inhaled as he looked up at me. “I’m yours however you want me, Domina. Let’s fulfill fantasies and make a movie.”

I almost broke my control, but I held it back. I nodded. “Good. Stand and walk to the bed. I want you on it on your back. Arms at your sides.”

While he assumed the position, I went to the audiovisual cabinet and fiddled inside it. Walking to the bed when I was done, I soaked up the sight of him. He was lying there like an offering. His cock was standing at attention. It was hard not to straddle him and drop myself down on him, but it was too soon. Instead, when I straddled him, it was at his head. I hovered over his face.

“Be a good boy and eat my pussy. Make me come.”

How many men told the woman in those movies to be a good girl and suck his cock and make him come. By the spark in his eyes, Carver knew what I was doing and wasn’t offended.

“Mouth only, or can I use my fingers?” he asked.

“As long as you get me off, I don’t give a damn,”

I growled.

As he laid into it, I knew that this was possibly about to be the best head I’d ever gotten. It was always incredible with him, but this was something more. He worked me with tongue, teeth, lips, and fingers until I wasn’t able to hold back. Abruptly, I came screaming. As I did, I soaked his face in my cum. When I finally eased away from him, I was weak, and he was lying there with half his face covered in me. I loved it.

Unable to resist, I kissed him, getting a taste and smell of me. Our tongues twined, and he moaned in disappointment when I backed away. From the looks of it, he was about to blow. I’d never seen his cock this big and red. Making up my mind, I swiftly twisted my body and engulfed his cock with my mouth in one swoop. He cried out, and then his fingers were in my hair. I let him grip it as I hummed and worked my mouth up and down his erection. I sucked it between lashing the head with my tongue when I pulled up. It took no more than two minutes for him to stiffen and then cry out my name as he jerked and shot his load down my throat. It was fast, but for what came next, I needed him to be calmer. These blowjobs would take the edge off for both of us.

When he finished coming and his cock softened, I raised myself off him. He was breathing heavily. I left him on the bed to go to another cabinet. I opened it and brought out what I needed. When he saw what I held, he stiffened. It was a harness, lube, and a slender vibrator. I wasn’t trying to make him take the biggest one out there. The vibrator was slightly smaller than the plug we’d advanced him to take.

Advancing, I stood next to the bed. “Are you still alright? Tell me if you’re not.”

“I’m nervous. I don’t want to disappoint you if I can’t stand it and have to make you stop. However, I’m excited to see what it feels like. What you’ve done so far has felt good after I get past the burn and pain part,”

he confessed.

“This is longer than my fingers or that plug and slightly smaller. I’ll be able to tease your prostate. If you let me in and can stay with me, I’ll make you come a second time.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. You drained me.”

“We’ll see,”

was all I said.

I’d talked to other women who’d done this to men. They said if the guy let go, he’d be hard and orgasm quicker than ever. I hoped so because I had plans for the real cock between his legs.

“Roll onto your hands and knees. Push your ass back and up. Try to relax and breathe,”

I instructed. It was the position I’d used all week for him.

He did what I asked. Once he was in position, I didn’t waste time prepping his hole. I was generous with the lube on my fingers. I scissored my fingers repeatedly to open him wider. The plug had trained him well, and he opened nicely. When I thought he was ready, I strapped on the fake cock and covered it in more lube. Carver watched me over his shoulder. It did feel rather empowering to have it between my legs. If only I could feel what it felt like for the guy to sink inside and have that tightness around him.

“Tell me, my love. What does it feel like when you sink your cock into a tight pussy or ass?”

My question surprised him. I was rubbing my finger over his hole. “It feels incredible. So tight and warm, Sometimes, like when I’m in your pussy, it feels like I might not get inside. It’s like a fist clenching around me. And then, as I pump in and out, the head and my posts brush against the walls, and I want to howl. So good.”

As he explained, he was distracted by his telling. I had the tip of the dildo pressing into him before he realized it wasn’t my finger anymore. He went to stiffen, but I stopped him.

“Deep breath, blow it out, and push out. Remember what we’ve been practicing.”

He did as I asked. I felt the give of his first ring and then the second quicker than I expected. I was using an easy back-and-forth motion to work inside. I got him to think of something else when I was past the second sphincter.

“Christ, oh honey, the sight of your little hole taking this in your ass. It’s making me so horny. I have a surprise for you.”

“W-what?”

he stuttered. His face wasn’t scrunched up in terrible pain, but I asked anyway.

“Are you okay to continue?”

“Yes, green,”

he muttered.

I pressed the remote I’d hidden. The vibrator hummed to life. He gasped, and his back arched. I pressed deeper. It didn’t take long for me to have the vibrator entirely inside him. When it grazed his prostate, he hissed and moaned. I leaned over his back and whispered in his ear.

“Are you ready for me to fuck this sweet ass and peg your prostrate until you come?”

“God, yes, yes, fuck yes,”

he muttered hoarsely. I wondered if he even knew what he was saying. He sounded dazed.

Sitting up, I pulled back my hips and then thrust. It was incredible to watch Carver take it and fall apart. I fucked him slowly at first, but I kept gradually increasing my speed and power until he was begging me to stop because it was too much. However, he didn’t say yellow or red, so I continued. I reached around to find his cock was hard again.

I stroked it twice, wringing a deep groan from him, then let go. I pumped his ass until I was feeling high on the euphoria. As it hit me, I yelled. “Come for me. Come now!”

I shouted.

I buried the vibrator to the hilt. His roar made the bed shake as he came. He bowed his back as his cock shot streams of cum all over the sheet. As it did, I kept rubbing the end of the vibrator against his prostate. He gave a strangled scream as he dropped to his stomach. I slipped out. He lay there twitching.

Concerned I might’ve gone too far. I bent over him. “Carver, honey, are you alright? Did I hurt you? Oh shit.”

I went to get up to take off this damn thing when he grabbed my arm. “Don’t leave. No, you didn’t hurt me. That was the most intense orgasm of my life, Alexandra. I’m floating or something,”

he whispered.

Relief filled me. I grinned. “Honey, that’s called subspace. Knowing I got you to that stage thrills me. You just lie there and let it take you. I need to clean this up. I’ll be back soon.”

His eyes were closed, but his blissful expression told me he was experiencing a euphoric state. Those were incredibly satisfying when you achieved one. I was riding high from him, allowing me to do that to him. While fulfilling his fantasy, I was able to do the same to one of mine.

Although the Lustz Disciples would clean everything after we left, I cleaned the vibrator and harness. It was the nurse in me. I couldn’t stop myself. After finishing and washing my hands, I returned to the bed after taking a bottle from the bathroom cabinet. He was still in the same spot I left him. I crawled onto the bed and lay next to him. His eyelids cracked open.

“Devoted One, you’ve made your Domina so ecstatic. Did I create the fantasy you wanted?”

“Fuck, how can you ask? It was spectacular. I had no idea, not even after the play we’ve done. This play ripped those pathetic fantasies of mine to shreds. Thank you, Domina. I’m a very fortunate sub to have a Dom like you.”

“I’m the fortunate one, Devoted One. You let me make you feel good and achieve your goals and dreams. So far, they’ve been personal, but I hope we move to professional as well. Being able to do that and care for you while you care for me in return is a dream come true. I never thought I’d get to have that. I thought I was reaching for too much and was doomed to be disappointed. Thank you. How are you feeling?”

He blinked at my abrupt change of topic. “I-I’m feeling wonderful. Why?”

“Because you’re not done. Remember what you’re supposed to do to me. I want to feel your thick cock with those posts filling my ass. I need you to take me, Devoted. Fuck me until I scream and come. I desire to have your cum in my ass. And you’ve rarely been able to go three times in a night, you said. I’m going to help you set a new record,”

I whispered seductively.

I felt his relaxed body slightly tense. He rolled over onto his back. Glancing down, I saw he was sticky with his cum from where he got off on the sheet. Rolling to the edge, I got into the chest drawer next to it. These were kept in each room and had wipes and such in them. I took a few wipes out and tenderly wiped the first spot.

“Domina, I can do that.”

“I know you can, but I prefer to do it. Let me care for you.”

Carver didn’t say more. When he was clean, I tossed the used wipes into the conveniently close trash can and reared up to kiss him. He hungrily kissed me in return. I didn’t stop until we were both panting, and then I broke away. He made a sound of protest, but I inched down. I slid my tongue down his throat. I licked and kissed my way to his nipples, which were taut. Time to see if I could make him hard enough to take my ass. I didn’t want to have to wait until tomorrow.