Coming ine box set, p.40
Coming in Hot: Rescue Me Box Set, page 40
Looking under his arm, she saw his brow furrow. “Yes, Mistress.”
With the press of a button, the inside of the Fleshlight can began to turn, pulling on his cock. She aimed the plug again and kissed his back when the last section of it slid into place. Watching his face, she waited. He stomped one foot and twisted.
“Now, Mistress?”
“No.”
“Please, Mistress?” His words were strangled by his clenched jaw.
“Hold on, Robbie.” He couldn’t, and she knew that, but she made him try.
“Please!” Veins had popped out on his temple and his legs shook.
“Yes, Robbie. Now.” She released both toys and let him shudder through his climax, eyes flying wide. Relief eased his face for a moment, but it soon wrinkled again.
“Off, please.”
She flicked the switch and pulled gently, the condom coming off with the toy. Taking it with her, she sat back in the chair. To her surprise, he turned and offered her his posterior. The toy remained there. Rather than remove it, she gasped the bottom and wiggled it.
“Yellow!” He cried standing up.
“Yes, Robbie?” She nudged his hip to turn him.
“I need…” He searched for a moment. “Something to hang onto.”
She moved him to the chair beside hers and he braced on the arms of it.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded. “Green, Mistress.”
Taking the toy in both hands she pulled. The largest part came free and she pushed in, not quite sliding it in place. Letting it go, it slid back into her hands, making her smile, like a sex-filled game of peek-a-boo. She moved it like that, not quite in, back to free, with a slow enough pace that she could glance in the doctor’s direction again. He wasn’t there any longer and a mix of relief and disappointment struck her. She didn’t dwell on his absence or her response, turning all of her attention to Robbie and progressing this slow stroking into a fucking.
Each push and slip came closer together until Destiny worked with the base again. Robbie groaned, the sound rumbling through her, making her skin tingle. He’d just come, but she could bring him to the edge again. He cried as his whole body shuddered around the toy, completely inside him. Destiny, still holding the base, pulled steadily, but not strongly, allowing his anus to release it as he relaxed. The pop, when it came, made her laugh inside, the joy in the act saturating her.
He gave a shake when the last of it slipped out. Knowing he was probably off-balance, Destiny opened his bag and offered him a bottle and a granola bar. He took the latter with a hoarse whisper of thanks. Crossing his legs, he settled on the floor.
Her heels made crouching and sitting on the floor difficult, so she settled for kissing the top of his head, right on his bald spot. He hissed in distaste and she slid into the chair beside him. He leaned a cheek on her thigh while he chewed.
She worked her thumb down his neck and into his shoulder, working out the tension she found there. Nudging him to lean on the other thigh, she did the same on the opposite side. He sighed and seemed to melt in her hands. The result made her relax and melt a bit as well. All the softening reminded her of the freezer bag. She offered the contents to Robbie. “Soggy candy?” There were still pieces of ice floating amid the candy and water.
Robbie laughed. “No, thank you.” He pulled a cloth from his bag and wiped down his crotch before resting his head in her lap again.
She fished a candy out for herself, sucking away layer upon layer of sugar. The feeling of being watched returned and she figured it was one of the regulars. When she turned, however, she spied Dr. Edgerton again. Fixing him in her gaze, she kissed Robbie’s head and rubbed her cheek on it, imagining the doctor in his place.
Dr. Edgerton hurried away and she grinned, taking small comfort in making him uneasy.
“Mistress?”
“Yes, Robbie?”
He turned around to kiss one of her thighs. “May I go home? I feel like I’m going to fall asleep right here.”
She touched his cheek and shoulder. “You are free to go, but also welcome to nap in my lap.”
He took her hand and kissed each fingertip. “Thank you. I would rather sleep where I won’t have to wake before morning.”
“I understand.” Still holding the bag of ice water, she cupped some in her hand and splashed it on Robbie’s face. “Awake enough to get home?”
“Hit me again,” he said with a grin.
She tossed most of the bag on his head and he shook it off with a, “Brr! Yep, I’m awake now. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Sweet dreams, Robbie.”
She crossed her legs and watched Nicholas play with Alex until she yawned. Not that they weren’t fun to watch, but the effort of play was getting the better of her. Slipping into her trench coat, she hefted the duffle to her shoulder.
“May I?”
She spun at the hand on her shoulder and pulled it off, gripping it. Dr. Edgerton stood behind her and she relaxed her grip enough that he could pull his wrist free.
“I apologize. I only wanted to help.”
She looked him over. Chuck had decked him out like a Dom in business-like shirtsleeves and trousers, although he didn’t tower as a Dominant would, backing away and almost cowering. How odd.
“No, thank you.”
She spun on her toe but didn’t reach the door before he passed her, holding it open for her. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t offend.”
She sighed. “No. I’m just snappish. Unbecoming from one Dom to another.”
“Uh, yeah. I’m still figuring it all out.”
“You will. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Mistress D.”
She smirked. He’d gone to the trouble of learning her name. Of course, that shouldn’t make her feel warm and fuzzy. It should terrify her. What would happen when he learned who she was?
Sliding behind her wheel, she rested her forehead on it. She was so screwed.
***
Torn between staying and going, Jeremy watched Mistress D cross the parking lot to her car. She had covered up in a long trench coat, but his imagination saw through it to the corset she wore beneath, the globes of her breasts hugged by it.
His limited experience left him at a disadvantage. Chuck encouraged him to come alone, to find his own way. Managing half of that, he had wandered the club all night, but didn’t participate. Returning to the entrance, he squared his shoulders, determined to find something that could scratch the itch he hadn’t identified before coming here.
It wasn’t his dominance. He’d had fun with Chuck and his ladies, but found nothing more than he had enjoyed throughout his dating life. Although different, he craved something else.
Passing woman after woman, he realized what had caught his eye, what had awakened this strange hunger in him. Taking a seat where Mistress D had played with her male sub, he relived their encounter, or the parts that he had seen. That man hadn’t been scrawny, effeminate, or anything but masculine. Yet, he’d place that masculinity in Mistress D’s hand and she had taken it, embraced it, and made it work for her rather than bending to the will of a man. That described what happened all around him. What didn’t strike a chord.
“Sir?” A woman came by, took a seat on the floor beside him. “You look lonely.” She rested her brown cheek on his lap.
Without thinking, he ran his hand over her hair, petting her as he would an animal. Her sigh assured him he met her needs. What did he want from her? Something she couldn’t give, he determined. In the absence of a dominant feminine presence, he drank the smaller satisfaction of touching and being touched by another. It was the least sexual thing he’d seen or experienced here, but perhaps the most fulfilling.
A while later, blinking away thoughts of Mistress D, he pulled lightly on the woman’s hair to bring her head up. “Thank you, dove. I’m going to go now.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She remained on her knees, bowing her head while he turned to go. She gave no sign of disappointment in their encounter. In that moment, he understood that she would have enjoyed doing the same every night.
He took quicker steps to leave the club. That wasn’t something he could accept at the moment. Although the idea of following Mistress D’s commands got him hard, he couldn’t imagine simply foregoing his autonomy. There was no way he could keep that up, literally and figuratively.
At home, he picked up his tablet and tapped in a search he wouldn’t have dreamed of a few weeks ago. Male submissive. To his surprise there were still many submissive females in the results, but he found what he was looking for. Picking one that looked less extreme, he settled back, quickly replacing the pair on the screen with himself and Mistress D. She even had a similar build. His imagination filled in the black mask and turned her hair blond.
They started more slowly than he expected, the man removing each article of clothing and stopping for her inspection. Her red nails scraped over the revealed skin, which made Jeremy tingle. Her grin grew alongside the increasingly visible bulge, first behind his pants, and then revealed entirely as he slid his shorts to his ankles.
To Jeremy’s surprise, the domme didn’t go straight for that thick rod. She circled him and slapped his ass with her hand, once on each cheek. Directing him to the back of a chair, she picked up a riding crop, and laid that on his ass a few times.
Jeremy quickly shifted the tablet, opening his fly and releasing himself. He’d come a long way from imagining a grown woman being spanked. He wanted to feel his own bottom burn like this man. As the woman encouraged him to accept more, Jeremy stroked to the pleasure in her eyes. The more this man took, the more she seemed to glow. It made Jeremy long to do the same, to make Mistress proud of him, enjoy him, give him an earned reward. That was what the man on the screen got next. Similar to the sub with Mistress D, that was access to her, her spread legs and open sex.
“Fuck, yes.” As the man lapped at his mistress’ lower lips, Jeremy’s balls tightened, threatening imminent release. Pulling his shirt up, he sprayed onto his own chest. Catching his breath, he glanced at the screen to see the pair engaging in after-play, not unlike the woman in his lap at the end of the night. The man sat at her feet, while she cooed and stroked him. Turning the video off, he pushed to his feet, heading for a shower.
Next time he was at the club, he would do what it took to get Mistress D’s attention.
Chapter Three
Destiny stepped back from Alex, her legs shaking slightly. It had been weeks since she’d given anyone a fucking like that. Nicholas picked up the swaying submissive before she fell on her face, carrying her to a corner where he stroked her hair and whispered to her.
After wiping her brow, Destiny leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. When she straightened, a bottle of water filled her vision.
“Oh, thank you.” She took it and cracked the lid. It nearly fell from her grip when she saw who stood before her.
“Mistress D, I know you’re probably done for tonight, but…” If she hadn’t seen Dr. Edgerton here before, she might have assumed this was his younger brother. This timid and trepid man fought to find the words. “Would you want to play with me? Sometime?”
She blinked several times, no words coming. He brushed the back of her hand, lifting it to bring the bottle to her lips. With a shake of the head, she tipped it and took several long swallows. It gave her time to think.
Having witnessed her previous encounter, he probably wanted to do something similar. She would have to set him straight.
“Alex is Nicholas’ sub. I don’t have one that we could play with together. Did you have someone in mind?”
He shook his head before she finished the sentence. “No, that’s not…” He licked his lips and then went down on one knee. “Would you play with me?”
Caught off-guard a second time, she used the water to distract, nearly emptying it. “I thought you were with Charles; a top.”
He looked over to where Charles spanked a young woman. “Yeah, I thought so too, but it doesn’t seem that way. I mean, it was fun, and I learned a few things. One of them is that I don’t get off on that. Watching you, though, I think, maybe, I should be bottom.”
She hefted the bottle again, but looked at it in disgust when it couldn’t cover her any longer. Could there be anything stranger than Dr. Edgerton on his knees before her?
“Let me know what I can do to convince you. Maybe if I…” He released the last few buttons holding his shirt closed, pulling it off and dropping it at her feet. “Do I please you? Mistress?”
Bare chested, he wasn’t the doctor any longer. He offered himself to her. Really? She still couldn’t quite believe that part, but he wanted to please her. She knew what to do with that.
“You were right. I was done for tonight.” She turned her back on him and walked over to an overstuffed armchair.
“I knew it. Next time?”
She interrupted him, plopping down. “Refresh me.”
He blinked. “Of course, Mistress. A juice? Maybe some fruit?”
She kicked off one of her heels. “My feet are sore. And my calves.”
Gazing from her face to her toes and back to her eyes again, he seated himself and took her foot into his lap.
Leaning back into the chair, she sighed. His fingers worked along her arch, thumbs digging into her heel. Knots built over the day melted away, leaving her toes tingling. He rubbed those next, flexing them up and down. She sighed when he switched feet. He was better at this than she expected. Her hand brushed the strap on she still wore and she stroked it, enjoying the feeling.
The fingers on her foot stuttered and stopped. She cracked an eyelid enough to see Dr. Edgerton watching the motion, up and down. “Would you like to try it?” she asked, expecting an emphatic no.
“I-I’m not sure. I’ve never…but I’ve heard… Do you want to fuck me?”
A low growl formed in the back of her throat. Did she? Fuck, yes. Her imagination hurtled down that path, seeing his taut ass, bent and round, before her. Spreading his cheeks to slap lube between. Holding his hard cock while she pushed in.
Although she hadn’t said anything, his eyes widened. “Go easy?” His normally husky voice pitched high in alarm.
She licked her lips, savoring the daydream. “I would, but not tonight.” She stroked her fake cock again. “I’ve done enough of that for now.”
His shoulders dropped in relief. He didn’t speak, but seemed to search for words.
“I enjoy your silence for now, but if we play, you will have to tell me everything. Everything you’ve done. Everything you’ve dreamed of doing. What gets you off and what turns you off. I can fumble through, have a light kinky encounter without that, but if you truly want to be mine—” Her chest tightened at that word. He was hers. She wouldn’t give him up. “Then we will have to know one another.”
His previously reverent expression turned into a smirk. “How can I know you when you hide your identity.”
Narrowing her eyes, she pulled her foot from his grip. “If you think you need my name to know me, you don’t understand at all.” She slipped it back in the shoe and got to her feet.
He slid onto his knees and reached for her hand. “Please, wait. I…I was wrong. Don’t go. I’ll leave.”
She didn’t ease up, snatching her hand from his fingers. “Stand and face the chair.”
He didn’t hesitate, jumping to obey. Heat flooded her, loving the response. Maybe he could be a bottom. She would never have guessed it.
Reaching around him, she unfastened his belt and slid it out of the loops of his pants. “You want to be corrected, don’t you?”
His shoulders tightened and he hunched over. “I think so?”
It wasn’t the confirmation she sought. “You will tell me if this is not adequate.” Doubling the belt, she cracked it on his bottom over his pants.
The doctor sucked his breath though his teeth. She rubbed her hand over the offended cheek, hoping she hadn’t chased him off.
“Mistress D, I think I need more correction.”
She could squeal. Keeping composure was difficult, and she did bounce in her shoes as she crossed to lay a licking on the opposite cheek. He hadn’t braced on the chair, so she was able to slip around him and sit again. “What have you learned?”
“Not to question my mistress or her identity.”
Her smile started to ache in her cheeks. “Very good. You can question my action and my suggestions, especially if they affect you negatively, but you must trust that I have your well-being in mind.”
He sighed and looked deep into her eyes. “I trust you, Mistress.” He rubbed balled hands against his thighs. “I… Do you want this?” He ran one hand over the bulge in his pants.
“No. You can take that home with you. You can relieve it in your kitchen.”
He cocked his head to the side, obviously confused.
“Each night you can jerk that off in a different room. Tonight, your kitchen.”
He closed his eyes and a smile spread across his lips. “Yes, Mistress.”
If anyone had suggested this was a possibility a year ago, she would have laughed it away. Nothing could prepare her for Dr. Edgerton, her sometime tormentor, to be her submissive and turned on by her punishments and discipline. Hot as she felt, she couldn’t help but reconsider her instructions. That cock inside her would feel so good right now.
“You have done well, boy.” His eyes flew open but he still wore a smile. “You may touch me.” She wiggled out of her harness, letting the fake cock fall beside the chair. Hooking one leg on the arm of it, she spread herself open.
“Thank you, Mistress.” He dropped down and leaned into her, running his fingers over her hot, wet skin. She’d forgotten how dexterous and nimble they would be from his practice, and of course he knew her anatomy as well as his own. She slid down in the chair, pressing onto the finger he rubbed inside her. He bowed his head and she let out a scream as he sucked up her well-teased clit.
The cry only encouraged him and she had to fight to regain her composure, her command. As soon as her release passed, she checked her mask. It sat slightly skewed but hadn’t exposed her. Dr. Edgerton was still eye-level with her crotch, so he wouldn’t have seen it if the mask had slipped. Taking a ragged breath, she built Mistress D back up again.
