Page 74 of The Holy Grail

Looking away from her breasts, and down to her trimmed pubic hair, he did as instructed, moving his fingers in and around her delicate tissue, stroking everywhere, but paying special attention to her clit.

She started to grind against his fingers, groaning softly as she put the hand not currently on his cock, up to his throat to balance herself.

“Now, I want you to slide two fingersinside me, and—” she broke off and sighed as he quickly complied.“Thank you.”

When she sank down on his fingers, he groaned, which earned him another warning to be quiet.

He began to rub her G-spot with his fingers while stroking her clit with his thumb, and as she approached orgasm, she squeezed his throat a little tighter, as if needing to be holding onto something when she came.

Less than thirty seconds later, her back arched as her climax hit, and she felt herself gush—not so much that she soaked his thigh, but enough to get his hand wet.

As she came down, Jules was amazed he’d been able to keep his other hand behind him. However, she could see the obvious strain he was under from holding back as he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, before moving on to the rest of his hand. “Goddamn, I love it when you do that.”

“Goddamn, I love it when you do that … what?”

“Goddamn, I love it when you do that, my queen.”

“That’s better,” she said approvingly, before turning serious. “Now, then, I need to address the fact I didn’t tell you to make me come,” she admonished. “You did that without permission, and while I can appreciate your initiative, I can’t have you going rogue on me. Understand?”

“Yes, my queen.”

On the couch, Evan laughed.

She decided to switch gears. “You’ve been in this position for a while. Are you at all uncomfortable?”

Malcom’s answer was quick. “No, my queen.”

“Good.”

She climbed off him, just enough so that, at her direction, he could draw his legs together again, making it possible for Jules to then straddle his thighs.

This strategically put her breasts within an inch of hismouth,and as his expression became tormented, she knew she was an evil person, because having this man literally on his knees was a lot of fun.

Oh, my God, was it fun.

“You can suck on my nipples now,” she told him.

He reached out and took a breast in each hand and immediately latched on to the nearest nipple, his lips tugging impatiently as his tongue swirled around the hard point.

As good as that felt, however, she put a stop to it. “What are you doing?” she asked.

Instead of letting go, he answered with a nipple still in his mouth, so the words came out rather mumbled. “Sucking on one of your nipples.”

“Did I say you could get handsy?”

“No, my queen,” he apologized, returning his hands to his sides. “I’m sorry.”

After a bit of a pause, as if she was debating his sincerity, she said, “Apology accepted. You can continue to suck on my nipples.”

He complied with enough enthusiasm to rock her back a little, and the hungry sound he made in his throat was nearly obliterated by the loud groan she made, as she felt the electric current race all through her body.

When he’d gotten enough of one, he quickly latched on to the other, giving it the same ravenous treatment.

When he finally pulled away (probably to take a breath), she put her hands against his face and took his mouth in a deep kiss, their mouths meeting again and again, with need and want, their sighs and breaths mingling.

She didn’t realize she’d lowered herself and was rubbing against his straining cock, until he groaned again, yet very softly, as if he was really trying to be quiet.

“Quiet, Mal,” she reprimanded him, as if he’d sounded like he’d stepped in a bear trap.

“I’m sorry, my queen,” he replied in a soft voice.

She kissed him again and then bit gently on his lower lip, feeling his cock twitch hard against her, and she smiled against his mouth.

“You like that?” she asked, biting his lip again, this time a little harder, and when he visibly refrained from making any noise, she couldn’t help but be impressed.

He was pretty good at this.

Jules eased back so she was sort of resting against the underside of his cock, near his scrotum and rubbed against him.“Do you want to be inside me?”

“Yes, my queen,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.

“Eyes open.”

When his eyes opened and met her gaze, she asked, “Do you want me to ride you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, please, what?”

“Yes, please, my queen.”

“That’s better. Now, as much as I’d like to make you wait for a little bit longer, I’m going to be generous and not make you wait, mainly because I don’t want to wait. So, you can thank me for that.”

“Thank you, my queen.”

She raised up, taking his cock and guiding the thick head to her entrance, and as she slid down slowly, the expression on his face—as well as his harsh breathing—let her know how much he was enjoying it.

When she had fully taken him, she held his face in her handsand told him not to move, even as she began to ride him in slow motion.

She could feel him trembling as he fought the urge to thrust into her, and she kissed his lips softly, as if to soothe him.

When she figured Malcom was at his limit, she pulled back. “You’ve been so good, that I’m going to let you move and use your hands,” she told him, as if bestowing a great gift upon him (which she kind of was), “but I want you to still be quiet. ”

Almost before she was done speaking, his hands clamped down on her hips, and he took over the rhythm, pushing her down on him hard and fast, while he thrust upward as much as was possible.

Not long after that, she felt herself approaching another orgasm, and said, “I’m going to come again, and I think it would be nice if you came with me, so I’m giving you permission to—”

“Oh, sweet Jesus, thank you,” he groaned.

“Did you just thank … Jesus?”

“Sorry. Thank you, my queen.”

“You’re welcome.” Jules was now almost at the point of no return, but she was still able to point out, “And I believe you’re supposed to still be quiet.”

A moment later, he came, and as he was panting against her neck, she followed him over the edge, but since she was under no restrictions, was able to cry out and thank God profusely.

“That was impressive,” Evan said, settling behind Malcom as he made the slow journey down from his orgasm.

“Thank you,” Jules murmured. “Being a Domme is actually hard work.”

“I was talking to Mal.”

Jules gave him an annoyed look. “What?”

“I’m not saying your performance wasn’t amazing,” Evan said, “but Mal’s was next level. He’s a natural.”

Malcom turned to look at Evan. “A natural?”

“A natural submissive. During my time with you and Gwen, I suspected you might be one, but that night in my office, with my hand on your throat … I was almost positive you were. That’s why I wanted to see how this played out, to determine if you truly were.”

“But I didn’t follow her commands very well.”

Evan waved off the minor infractions which had been made. “That can be learned with repetitive training, but the innate tendency for being submissive, can’t be learned. It’s really something you have or you don’t—and you definitely have it.”

Malcom’s expression was slightly uncertain, but also shyly pleased. “So, what does that mean, if I am submissive?”

“It just means you find pleasure in giving up sexual control, and you like it when a partner takes the lead. Submissive people often seek people with dominant personalities—” Evan indicated himself and Jules, “—to get those needs met.” He then gave Malcom a sweet little kiss.

“It also means we’ll be having a hell of a lot of fun in the future. ”