Best Part [Play On 3] (Siren Publishing Classic BDSM) by Gracie C. McKeever

Author:Gracie C. McKeever
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2022-08-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Chelsea reached for Dustin’s offered hand and allowed him to lift her up to her feet. He pulled her against him, and she relished the sensations of all his firm, lean muscles sliding against her plush hyper-sensitive skin.

Her nipples stood at attention, her clit tingled, and her pussy was soaked. Every nerve ending was on high alert, and she knew she must have left a trail of her juices all over Dustin just as she had his pre-come on her. It was difficult to avoid swapping bodily fluids in the positions they had been in and exchanged on the mat, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

She wanted to drown in his essence and drown him in hers.

Right after she lashed him to her and his favorite BDSM apparatus.

Then Chelsea got a look at the expression in his pewter eyes, and her heart juddered. “Are you okay? Ready for another scene? Promise it’s more BDSM than primal.”

“I liked the primal, Mistress.”

He didn’t have to tell her, but it was nice to hear him say it and know that she was right about him. “I have something special planned.”

“Okay.”

She watched his glance drift longingly toward the St. Andrew’s cross on the other side of the room, as if he was afraid of being rewarded, as if he felt he didn’t deserve to be rewarded. “Are you feeling bad for beating me?”

“Did I?”

“I would never let you win. You totally earned that.”

“Good to know.”

His grin was sad as he lowered his gaze. He seemed to have made an emotional one-eighty in the time it had taken her to tap out and him to help her up. What could possibly be going on in that overactive brain of his now?

She offered her hand. “Come.”

Obediently, he accepted her invitation and let her lead him over to the cross.

Chelsea quietly went through the motions of securing him to the well-padded wood, face forward, the silence unnaturally heavy. And this worried her. If she didn’t count their encounter at Knitty City, they hadn’t had too many moments of uneasiness. Part of why she liked being with him, part of why she wanted a D/s relationship with him, was they vibed so well outside of a scene. They were on the same wavelength. Chemistry, but more, good communication was an integral part of any relationship, but especially a power exchange, D/s relationship like theirs.

But putting the finishing touches of strapping Dustin to the cross felt as if she was literally leading a lamb to the slaughter.

She caressed his face as she circled the cross. “How are we doing?”

“I’m good.”

Chelsea glanced down to see his sizeable cock at half-mast. That needed to be addressed. She cupped his balls, sliding her middle finger back, circling his taint, teasing his tight hole.

Dustin gasped and pulled against the leather cuffs holding him in place.

His cock now throbbed, pre-come gathered at his slit.

That was much better. But she wanted more from him. She realized then that she didn’t just want to please her sadist and torture him with orgasm denial.

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