“I am, Master.”
“Good,” I said and got down on my knees. “How would you like it if I licked your tight little cunt until you came? Her pelvis arched toward me as she whimpered. Fuck! That sweet, sexy sound drove me absolutely insane. “Would you like that?” I grumbled low and slow, watching her body shiver at my voice.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
I didn’t bother with teasing or build up, I dove into her sweet little pussy and lapped away like it was my last meal. Belle rocked and squirmed against me and I plunged two fingers as far as they would go inside her. I pressed against her g-spot and Belle screamed as I brought her to a peak. She convulsed around my fingers as her sweet juices dripped down my hand.
It took some time for her breathing to return to normal but when it did, I checked in again. “Do you want to stop, Belle?”
“No, Master,” she whispered.
I got off the floor and crawled inside the circle with her. “Belle, I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going fuck your tight little cunt harder than it’s ever been fucked before, is that all right?”
Belle whimpered again. “God yes, Master. Please, please, please fuck me,” she begged.
No warning, no teasing, I crashed into her pussy, slamming the entirety of my cock into her sweet, warm depths. She came with the first stroke, and I grabbed her hips as she bucked and arced, trying to keep a steady rhythm. When her climax ebbed away I grabbed the top part of her outer lips and shook them back and forth, shaking and sliding her swollen, wet clit all around. She came again, screaming and writhing, and this time, I let myself come too, growling as I spasmed into her.
God, she was perfect.
Belle shook with aftershocks for a good three or four minutes after I stopped touching her. She shook while I uprighted the circle and untied her arms and legs. She collapsed against me, totally spent, and I carried her to the bedroom, cleaned her of the mess we made and tucked her into bed. After I made sure she had a glass of water within reach, I crawled into bed next to her and fell to sleep as soon as my eyes closed.
Chapter Eleven
Belle
The next day I woke before Aiden. Sore and stiff from our night of debauchery, I took a long hot shower and let Aiden sleep as long as he liked. I had some things to take care of anyway.
A few hours later, after I’d finished a call with a friend on the city council, Aiden walked nude into the kitchen, grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and gulped it all down straight from the container.
“Sorry,” he said when I gave him a half-hearted evil eye.
I smiled and tossed a banana at him.
“You were incredible,” he said as he unpeeled the fruit.
I smiled again. “No, Aiden. You were incredible. I lost count of how many times I came. And I’m still kind of fuzzy around the edges. That was the deepest sub space I’ve ever achieved. You have such a natural intuition for Doming—you’re better than any experienced Dom I’ve been with.”
“Hm. Is that so?”
“Yes, it is. Which is why I’ve been busy all morning getting that Cogsworth turd to grant you a special permit. Your building will be zoned however you like, Aiden.”
“Are you kidding me, Belle?”
I shook my head. “Nope.” Aiden ran to my side of the island, scooped me up out of my chair and swung me around.
“You really are fucking perfect, Belle.”
“There is a catch,” I said from his arms.
“What’s that?” he asked, eyeing me with mock suspicion.
“Well, you asked what I did for a living, I think it’s time I told you. I’m the sole proprietor of an online fetish wear shop. I design every item I carry, including the baby flogger pendant and the lingerie I wore last night.”
“Okay. What does that have to do—”
I put a finger on his lips. “Shush, I’m getting there. I’ve built quite a community of kinky-minded people, many of whom are local and I think that warehouse would be a perfect BDSM themed club. We could have demonstrations on all kinds of things like suspension play and flogging, and there could be private rooms where people could get down and dirty if they wanted.”
Aiden looked at me like I had three heads.