L is for… (BDSM Checklist Book 12) by L DuBois

Author:L DuBois [DuBois, L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781941641576
Publisher: Farm Boy Press
Published: 2020-10-26T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Cain took her to the observation chamber between the Aquarius and Ophiuchus rooms. Out of curiosity he’d looked up “Ophiuchus” one time, since it wasn’t the best known constellation.

It translated from Latin as “holder of serpents.” There was a large collection of dildos suction cupped to the wall in that particular room. Serpents just ready to be “held.”

His serpent was rock hard inside his leathers.

The narrow observation room was empty. The elevated floor lifted two long, firm couches high enough that they were looking down into the playrooms. Back-to-back, each couch faced one of the two one-way mirrors that were windows from this side. He took her to the couch facing their empty playroom. There was a scene going on in the Ophiuchus room, and at another time it might have been fun to watch with her.

But this was aftercare.

Vic started to sit on the couch, but he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her hard against his side.

“That would hurt, sugar.”

“Oh,” was all she said.

He released her, taking the heavy blanket for a moment. He spread it on the couch so that she could lay on it, with enough draped over the back that he could pull it over her, once she was in place.

He’d rather she be naked and the warm weight around her be his body, but that would have been about comforting himself as much as her.

When he was done situating the blanket, he patted it. To his surprise, she hesitated, then turned around, her back to him and removed the silky blue dress.

He held himself very, very still while she stripped. She turned to face him, fully naked before him for the first time. He tried to keep his gaze on her face. He failed.

Her breasts were heavy and gorgeous, with dark nipples. Her pussy was bare, which he’d known from touch, but seeing it now as a part of the whole was different and so fucking sexy.

Her waist nipped in above her wide, round hips. How the fuck did she hide those curves in a courtroom? The skin on her arms and legs was a little darker than the warm golden brown of her torso, though the colors were muted by the dim, soffitted lighting in the observation room.

She lay down on her belly on the blanket, and crossed her arms under her cheek, her head turned to the back of the couch.

Cain’s hands flexed, and he fought the urge to force her to face him. This was aftercare, and while that didn’t mean it was entirely about her—Doms needed aftercare too—he had to respect her choice, and her apparently need for privacy.

He pulled the other half of the blanket over her, enveloping her in the heavy chenille. Kneeling beside the couch, he found her feet under the blanket and started working her muscles. This wasn’t a massage so much as it was like a trainer working an athlete after a particularly hard workout.

He’d deliberately prolonged the orgasm, and watched as tension gripped her, one muscle at a time.

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