She sighed and forged ahead, figuring at least she’d get an orgasm out of it before he punished her. Determined to last a little longer, she held her head high and her pussy clenched tight as she served a couple more members their water. Every minute or so, the vibrations grew stronger, creating a buzzing in both her pussy and her ass, a sensation so strong she had to grit her teeth to keep from crying out. Even with the music playing in the background and people’s grunts, moans, and shouts, Danielle could still hear the sound of the balls, and by the sympathetic smiles of the submissives, everyone close to her could hear it too. Cole wanted them to know and wanted her aware of it.
Like Gracie had sworn, Cole knew the slaves better than they knew themselves.
Cole didn’t just see her. He’d figured out what made her tick.
Service gave her pride and a sense of belonging, but exhibitionism aroused her.
Having delivered all the cups, she returned to the table and filled more, her hands shaking. She refused to look over at Cole, biting her lip and taking steady breaths to keep herself from losing control of her body.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her clit pulsated in time with her heart. Very carefully, she hefted the tray into the air and set off to finish her task.
With his head in the lap of Mistress Casey, Adrian rested on a plush area rug, his eyes closed as the Domme sifted her fingers through his thick blond hair. Thin red lines marred his arms and his thighs as a result of his beating, but he appeared so peaceful. So content. Danielle almost didn’t want to disturb them, but both of them required water. Trying to ignore the fluttering in her pussy, she tiptoed over to them and handed over a cup to Mistress Casey, who then lovingly brought the water to his lips. Witnessing after-care from the outside, Danielle found it was so much more than simply a responsible person taking care of another after a scene. Mistress Casey didn’t seem eager to rid herself of Adrian anytime soon. She got as much from taking care of him as he did.
But what did it mean? Was there anything more to Mistress Casey and Adrian’s relationship?
Was there more to her and Cole’s?
Her body lit up like a firecracker when she caught him staring at her from across the room with his cell to his ear. He hung up, then slid the phone into his pocket, exchanging the device for another. She had no doubt he’d palmed the remote for the balls inside her. As he mouthed the word “come,” he cranked up the vibration to what had to be full blast, and she lost control.
Waves and waves of contractions bloomed outward from her core like hot lava flowing from a volcano, blazing upward to her chest and outward to her fingers. She moaned, loud enough and strong enough that everyone around her would know she was in the midst of a climax. Tremors rocked her legs, weakening her knees, and before she could catch herself, the tray tipped, spilling water over the rims of the cups. The buzzing stopped, but as the orgasm’s aftershocks pulsed, she wasn’t certain if it was due to Cole turning off the vibrators or them slipping out.
To check, she squeezed her thighs together and clenched her pelvic muscles, gasping when it set off another climax, this one small in comparison, but stronger than any she’d ever given herself.
The tray suddenly left her hand, and Cole’s hand encircled her waist, steadying her. His scent tantalized her, and she burrowed into his side, accepting his comfort and care as Adrian had with Mistress Casey.
“You did very well, Danielle.”
She peeked up at him. “I spilled the water. Did the balls stay inside?”
“What do you think?” The hand at her waist revealed two silver balls. “Was the game worth the punishment?”
The satisfaction of exhibition plus two amazing orgasms? “Um . . . I’m going with yes. Totally worth it.”
“I’m glad.” He kissed her forehead. “I have to go upstairs. Go to the corner and touch your nose against the wall. Count to one thousand, and then you can finish up your night’s assignment.”
“Will you be back down tonight?” she asked. If he left for the night, she’d lose her chance to convince him to take her upstairs to his residence.
“I’m not sure.” He swept some stray hairs off her face, and a slight frown etched lines on his forehead. “I’ve got a meeting, and I’m not sure how long it will take. That doesn’t mean you get out of your punishment. I trust you.”
Guilt over lying to him and panic that she’d miss an opportunity to seduce him slammed into her, causing her stomach to churn and her chest to constrict. After she finished her service for the night, she’d search him out. It wasn’t as if she wanted to go back alone to her room, where she didn’t feel safe.