Standing at her side, his fingers slowly, oh-so slowly thrusting between her lips, enough to keep her hot and needy but not enough to get her off, Joseph caressed and squeezed one breast and then the other. They felt so swollen, and each touch sent a zing of sensation to her clit, magnifying the pleasure of his thumb on her clit. Joseph nudged the nipple clamps and bent down so his lips brushed her cheek as he spoke.
“Now, tell me, sweet little fire, whose pussy is this? Speak so Hector and the others can hear.”
She mashed her lips together, her belly trembling as the knot of sensation boiling in her core grew tighter and tighter as he pushed her ever closer. She wanted to go over so bad.
“Tell me, fiammetta.”
“Yours. It’s yours! My pussy is yours! Oh please, Master, please!” Her cry echoed through the club. In the next instant, white-hot fire licked at her nipples as the clamps came off, and he increased the force of his thrusting fingers, and she came. She screamed until she saw sheets of lightning behind her eyelids and the waves of ecstatic pleasure swelled around her in tsunami proportions. Static filled her ears, and voices and thunder crashed around her until she lost track of all sensation.
Enclosed in what felt like a fuzzy cocoon, Bunny finally came to, looking up with unfocused eyes. She tried to rub them, but her hands were clumsy, and Joseph stopped her.
“Close them, little angel,” he whispered, nearly silently.
She obeyed and held still as he blotted and then slid a soft tissue gently against both under-eye areas. She inhaled and let out a shaky breath, aware that she was curled in Joseph’s lap, wrapped in a luxuriously soft, furry blanket. Her fingers sank into the silky softness, anchoring her until she remembered who held her.
She blinked and looked up at him, meeting his warm gaze and smiling with lips that felt swollen. She blinked slowly as he caressed her cheek, and he said, “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m floating, Sir.”
“That would be the endorphins, love. Do you know where you are?” he asked with a broad smile, although he didn’t seem to be laughing at her.
“The club?”
“Yes. You’ve been out for a while.”
“Oh,” she murmured, trying without succeeding to sit up, and he helped her into a sitting position. They were back in Joseph’s seating area, and Hector, with Juno in his lap, Randall and Mona, Samson, with Jillian—that wench—kneeling at his feet, all seated around them.
“She lives,” Randall said, a smile on his face as she waved at him and Mona. They must’ve arrived late because she’d been looking for her new friend earlier and hadn’t seen her.
“Thank you for the delightful show earlier, little rabbit. You’re going to be a fun addition to the mansion,” Hector said, flicking a glance and a smile at Joseph as he leaned forward to hand her the lollipop. “A little bit of sugar might do you good right now.”
Joseph also handed her a bottle of water, which she uncapped and consumed thirstily.
“Good girl,” Joseph murmured.
Hector said, “It’s time I took Juno upstairs so she can get a good night’s rest, but we wanted to say good night to you first. Juno?”
Juno turned to Bunny and said, “Joseph mentioned you would be staying here tonight. We’re spending the weekend, and I hoped you might stay until brunch tomorrow so we can get to know you better.”
Bunny’s head was still a little fuzzy, but she nodded, honored that Joseph’s friends wanted to get to know her. She looked up at Joseph. “Would that be all right with you? I don’t want to take away from your time with them.”
“It’s what I want, too, Bunny, if you can stay until then.”
Hector said, “Jillian has something she would like to say to you.” He turned his penetrating silver gaze on the sub in question, and Jillian rose and approached, kneeling slowly and gracefully before them.
“Sir, I want to apologize for making a spectacle of myself and interrupting your conversation earlier.” She glanced at Bunny and then at him. “May I?”
“You may,” Joseph said, gently stroking Bunny’s back as the sub licked her lips and then looked up at Bunny, and Bunny noted she kept her tone and her expression neutral.
“Bunny, I apologize for being critical of you. You’re a new sub, and it’s not my business to judge you or correct you. I wish you every…I wish you happiness as Joseph’s sub.”
Bunny bit her lip, knowing she should reply. “Thank you. I may be a bit feisty, but I’m not proud of provoking you. I hope we can be friends.” The words weren’t quite sweet on her tongue, but she said them. She didn’t trust Jillian farther than she could throw her.