Chapter 24
Neo
Slap my dick and callme Santa, this is really fucking happening right now. Fuck! I’ve lain in bed so many nights thinking about when she would finally bring me down here.
I feel giddy, like a little kid on a rollercoaster for the first time, about the fact that she trusts me enough to take part in something so personal with her.
I get why this can't be a normal Dom/Sub relationship, but I’ll take whatever I can get. I love when she calls me Pet, and her eyes light up when I call her Mistress. From what I’ve gathered over time, this is something she always wanted but never found, and I'm so fucking proud and beyond stoked to be the one to give her this experience.
I will submit in every way she asks me to. I really have no limits when it comes to her. She could cut every inch of my body and leave me bleeding on the ground, and I’d beg her for more. Yes, I'm a sick fucker, but really, have you seen this woman? My cousins are morons for not wanting to bow down and be owned by this goddess.
I sit on the bench, waiting like a good little pet for her to tell me what to do. She disappears behind a door on the right side of the room, emerging a few minutes later dressed in red leather pants and bra, wearing a black bunny mask and black, knee-high boots.
My heart stops. Someone call a code blue because the sight before me has stopped my heart. Sweet mother of god, she’s every man’s wet dream, and I'm about to have a throw down with my cock if it doesn’t chill the fuck out, because if he cums right now, I’ll disown the fucker.
I hold my breath, surprised I haven't passed out, as I watch her walk over to the table of goodies she set up. My cock perked up immediately when we first walked in, and I saw the daggers lying there. They looked new and shiny and ready to be stained with my blood.
“So many to choose from. Which one should we use first?” she asks herself as she looks over the assortment of toys in front of her.
“All of them,” I answer her. “Give me everything you got.” My smile is wide and wicked as she turns around to smirk at me.
“Oh, my silly little Pet. You can't handle everything I’ve got.” Her smile turns into the thing of nightmares, and my heart starts to pick up, beating against my rib cage. Fuck me. Fuck me good. Fuck me with a dildo for all I care; just give me something.
“Tonight won't be a full session. This is new to both of us, and it will take some time to explore what we do and don’t like, but there is something that’s been on my mind since I got to wrap my hands around that thick neck of yours, choking you until we came so hard, we both saw fucking stars,” she purrs.
I grip my cock tightly as I think about that night. God, that was some of the best world-shattering sex of my life. If she didn't let go, and I died, I would have shown up at the gates of hell and high-fived the devil himself. Un-fucking-believable.
“Anything,” I breathe without hesitation. She looks down at my hand, that’s resting on my cock, and quickly takes a crop whip from the table to strike my hand, making me let go of it with a hiss.
“Don't touch! Mine,” she growls, but if that was meant to be a punishment, I didn't learn my lesson at all. If anything, my cock grew harder, if that’s even possible.
“Sorry, Mistress,” I say, holding back a groan.
“Strip and take your place in front of the cross,” she orders, and I quickly turn around, eager to obey my mistress, and it takes everything in me not to rush over there like an excited idiot.
My clothes are flying everywhere as I leave a trail of them behind me, as I hurry to do her bidding. She giggles at my eagerness. God, that sound does things to my heart and soul. There's a difference between her giggles when she's in one of her crazy moods and when she is genuinely laughing. It’s not something just anyone could point out. But spending enough time with her, like I do, gives me the ability to tell the two apart easily.
“Strap your feet in,” she orders from where she's still standing by the table. I widen my stance, putting each foot in place, stepping into the leather cuffs.
Her heels click against the floor as she prowls her way over to me.
“Arms up, Pet,” she orders once I’m done with my ankles, and I raise my hands above my head so that I now make a naked X with my body. She straps my wrists in and takes a step back.
She’s biting her lip as her eyes devour my body. I stand here, bare and waiting for her, my cock standing proudly and pointing right at her.
“Now, normally I’d make this about my pleasure just as much as it's about yours. But tonight, because My Pet has been such a good boy, it's all about you.” She walks back over to the table and picks up one of the daggers and the crop whip from before that she had to put down to strap me in.
Fuck, she’s magnificent. Bring it on, My Queen, give me all you got.
“Question,” I address her.
“Yes, My Pet,” she asks, stopping before me with her head cocked to the side.
“Am I to be quiet while you have your way with me?”
She thinks for a moment before answering. “Sounds of pleasure and pain are okay, but no asking questions, no distracting me once we begin. It’s already gonna take everything in me not to jump on that massive cock of yours and ride you like a cowgirl,” she says, biting her bottom lip, taking another glance up and down my body.
I give her a nod, not saying a word, letting her know that I'm ready to begin when she is.