After my walls stopped clenching around William, I was amazed to find he still hadn’t come. The strain of his effort was evident by the sheen of sweat coating his face and chest. “Come, William,” I ordered.
He came with a guttural grown, his body tensing beneath me. I fell forward onto his chest, burying my face into his neck. William brought his tied hands over my head, drawing me closer to him. Completely spent, we lay there trying to catch our breath. In that moment of post-coital euphoria, I wondered how I was ever going to tell William good-bye.
“That was…amazing,” I finally said.
“It was.”
Raising my head, I stared into his eyes. “Was it really?”
“Are you doubting your abilities?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, I’ve never Dommed outside the club, especially not with sex. I just wondered if I measured up to the others.”
He grinned and dipped his head to kiss me. “I never imagined you’d ever doubt yourself.”
“In the club, I don’t. This is different…you’re different.”
“I can assure you that you’re just as mind-blowing outside of the club as you are in it.”
Mind-blowing? Not once had a guy ever been that complimentary with me when it came to sex. Most of the guys I’d been with had only been concerned with their pleasure. They might have gone down on me long enough to give me an orgasm, but it was nothing like what William did. Perhaps being a domme was a good thing. I mean, who wouldn’t want a man completely fixated on ensuring mind-blowing sex? Of course, maybe it wouldn’t always be that way. Maybe it was more about William.
“Really?”
William nodded. “You had me seeing stars with that Tens thing. I’ll never be able to put it on my knee without thinking about what you did with it.”
I laughed. “I guess you like the cock and ball teasing.”
“It was a little torturous when you crank it up and then tried to pull my nipples off.”
“But it was a good torture.”
“A very good torture.” He kissed me again. This time his tongue danced along mine. When he pulled away, he smiled. “Thank you for giving me tonight.”
“I should say the same to you. It had been a really long time, as I’m sure you could tell.”
“I was afraid I was hurting you. Are you okay?”
When I shifted my hips, an ache rippled between my legs. “I’m sore. But it’s a good kind of sore.”
“You barely had any foreplay. You should have let me go down on you, so you would have been better able to take me.”
“It was fine. I promise.” Oh, it was a hell of a lot better than just fine. Life-altering, core-shaking, and mind-bending.”
“I wouldn’t want to hurt you for anything in the world.”
“I know that. Strangely enough, I kinda liked the pain. Maybe you’re making a masochist out of me. Think I could be a switch?”
William threw his head back and laughed. “If you’re going to be my Domme, then you need to be a sadist, not a masochist.”
“While I might get slightly turned on by tying you up and spanking you, I could never get off on truly giving you pain.”
“Although I’d love to stay like this, I need to go to the bathroom. Can you untie me?”
“You don’t think you could pee like that?”
While the look in his eyes screamed, “Hell no!”, he said, “If you want me to, Mistress.”
“And that right there is exactly why I don’t get fulltime D/s relationships or slaves. Why would anyone want to force you to pee with your hands tied together?”
“Different people get off on different things. Completely controlling every facet of someone’s life is a turn-on to some people.”
I rolled my eyes as I eased out from under his arms. “It reminds me of that scene in Coming to America when Eddie Murphy finds it ridiculous when his submissive bride to be would bark like a dog and hop on one leg if he told her to.”
William laughed. “You like Eddie Murphy?”
“Love him,” I replied, as I untied his hands.
“Me too. Coming to America is one of my favorites.”
I grinned. “Randy Watson and Sexual Chocolate.”
“I love Arsenio Hall as Reverend Brown.”
“Oh yeah, he was amazing.” I rubbed William’s wrist, trying to ease the blood flow back in.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re welcome.”
After everything we had been through, I would have never pegged William to be modest. But when he got out of bed, he bent down to pick up his shorts. Something about him putting them on seemed final—like our time was over. I know he had said to give him the night, but I worried that now that he’d been inside of me, our time was over. And I didn’t want that to happen.
“No,” I suddenly said.
William jerked his gaze from his shorts to me. “No what?”
“Don’t put them on. I want you to stay naked.”
“But I—”
“Are you questioning your Mistress?”
Pleasure and lust flashed in his eyes. “No.”
“Good.”
William folded the shorts and put them on the nightstand before going to the bathroom. When he returned, he didn’t look like he was in any rush for me to leave. “What does my Mistress wish for me to do now?”
I collapsed back against the fluffy pillows. “Find her something deliciously sinful to eat.”
“And just how does one define ‘deliciously sinful’?”
Tapping my finger on my cheek, I replied, “One that’s high in calories and full of carbs.”
William grinned. “I think I can do that.” He strode over to the desk and grabbed the room service menu before joining me back in bed. He flipped the menu open so we both could look at it.
“Hmm, do I want a cheeseburger?”
“What about the steak with the creamed potatoes and steamed vegetables?”
I yanked the menu out of his hand and popped him on the thigh with it. “Why are you suggesting something healthy when I specifically asked for something sinful?”
With a laugh, William replied, “I thought you might need the protein to keep up your strength for our future exertions.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, but I promise I can keep up.”
He dipped his head to where our lips almost touched. For a moment, our breaths echoed each other—a dance of give and take. “You have no idea the stamina I have.”
“And you only get to use that stamina when and if I say so.” I inched closer to him. As his eyes closed in anticipation of my kiss, I drew his full bottom lip between my teeth and bit down. Hard.
His moan of pain-derived pleasure echoed through me, sending a shiver of need across my body. If we kept it up, I wasn’t going to be able to walk on Sunday, and it wasn’t going to be because of my ankle.
“Cheeseburger and fries for me.” When William reached for the phone, I added, “And the cheesecake for dessert.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After he placed the order, he crawled into bed beside me. Before an awkward silence could prevail, William picked up the remote and turned on the television. When he stopped on ESPN, I groaned and covered my eyes with my hand. “Seriously?”
“I take it you’re not a sports fan?”
“No. I’m not. I’ve been forced to endure watching football for the love of my brother.”
Without another word, William flipped the channel. Removing my hands, I peered curiously at him. “What, no argument?”
“You said you didn’t like it, so I’m switching it.”
I sat up straighter in the bed. “What if I said I wanted to watch Lifetime?”
“Then we’d watch it.”
“Because of the D/s thing.”
“Yes.”
“Wow. I could learn to like this.”
“I wish you would,” William said, his tone serious.
A loud knock came at the door followed by a muffled, “Room service.”
William rose out of bed and once again reached for his shorts. “What are you doing?”
He threw a puzzled glance at me over his shoulder. “Um, putting on my shorts.”
“But I told you to stay naked.”
Whirling around to face me, William stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You seriously want me to answer the door with my dick hanging out?”
“Yes.”
“That’s humiliation and a hard limit,” he countered.
I shrugged. “It’s also your Mistress’s command. So you either obey it, or you safe word out, we stop playing, and have a nice dinner.”
His internal struggle was evident by the physical discomfort on his face. Another knock came at the door. Crossing my arms over my sheet-covered breasts, I said, “Your choice.”
He pulled his broad shoulders back and marched to the door. I had a fantastic view of his ass as he went. After unbolting the lock, his hand momentarily faltered on the door handle. But then he yanked the door open. To both of our surprise, it wasn’t a man doing the delivery—it was a young woman.
Her eyes widened at the sight of William. She drank him in from head to toe while lingering on his dick for a considerably longer moment, which I couldn’t blame her for. She then gave a gentle shake of her head like she had finally come back to herself. “R-room s-service,” she stuttered.