Subordination:Chronicles of a Domme(8)

With sweat breaking out on my brow, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I widened my legs. “Fuck me with your tongue. Now,” I demanded.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Grabbing my leg by the calf, he lifted it up and placed it on his shoulder. Dipping his head, he licked one long swipe from my clit to my ass. I shuddered. He then proceeded to lick along my lips, nibbling them with his teeth. He rubbed his tongue back and forth over my clit. I thrust my hips against him, desperate for friction. Opening his lips, he sucked my clit deep inside his mouth. Just like with my nipples, he pulled and tugged at my clit. “Oh, God,” I muttered. As my head fell back against the base of the cross, I was glad William had the forthright to bring me over here.

Obeying my command not to use his fingers, his tongue probed at my opening before thrusting inside. He began to pump it in and out like he would have fucked me with his dick. My hips began to rise and fall with his thrusts.

William took my other leg and threw it over his shoulder. I grabbed the cuffs of the cross for support while William’s hands gripped my buttocks to hold me in place. I was now impaled on his face and tongue. His nose rubbed against my clit as he swirled his tongue deep inside me. I didn’t know how it was possible that he could still breathe, but at the same time, I didn’t care as long as he kept fucking me with his tongue. I crossed my feet between his shoulder blades, drawing him even closer.

My breath came in harsh pants. My legs trembled from the intense sensations shooting through me. At times, I wanted to push him away because it felt so overwhelming. But then I just kept rubbing myself shamelessly against his face as I murmured incoherently. When the first tremors of the orgasm started, I began to scream. It ripped through me with such a force that for a moment I almost blacked out. I’d heard of multiple orgasms before, but I’d never had them. I panted harshly as I rode out the continuing spasms.

My grip released on the cuffs, and I started to fall forward. William’s arms came around me, and I slid down his body. Blinking a few times, I tried to clear my head at what had just happened. The best fucking orgasm or orgasms of your life is what just happened.

I glanced up at William. Although he had every reason to give me an “I told ya so” smirk, he gave me a pleased smile. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re thanking me? I’m the one who should be bowing down at your feet and thanking you.” I ran my hands over my face, wiping away some of the sweat. “No wonder Calla didn’t want to give you up,” I mused.

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It sure as hell is one.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Another one of those?”

William licked his lips and started to ease me onto my feet. “No, no. I was only teasing.”

“I would make you come all night if you wanted to.”

“I know you would. But we can’t…I can’t.”

He nodded before rising off the floor. He held out his hand and helped me up. “Would you like me to clean you up?”

I laughed. “I think if I let you do that, we’d be right back where we started.”

With a sly grin, he said, “That wouldn’t be so bad.”

“I’m fine. I’ll shower when I get home.”

“You aren’t going to play anymore tonight?” he asked.

“No. I think you did me in.”

Although he ducked his head, I could see the flush of pride across his cheeks. When I started to reach for my thong, he stopped me. “Let me do it.”

Picking up the lace, he slid it back on for me. Once it was in place, he tugged my skirt back down. After finding the discarded ribbon, he tied up the front of my dress. Considering I was always the one taking care of everyone else, it was nice having someone put me back together for once. “Thank you, William. Thank you for everything.”

“Maybe we can play together again next weekend?” he asked, hope rising in his eyes.

I was too much of a chicken shit to tell him I wouldn’t be here next weekend. That he would never see me again. Part of me wondered why I couldn’t come back on the weekends to play. It couldn’t hurt to make a little extra money. But I realized that in my new world, there was no place for 1740. I had to leave that all behind.

Up until now, or I guess I should say up until William, that thought really hadn’t bothered me. I would miss the men like Own, but they’d never really been mine. They were just there to play. I didn’t worry about them transitioning to a new Domme. But then there was William. And I had to leave him behind.

“Maybe,” I lied. Hopefully another Domme would be strong enough to take him on while also being tender. He. Was. Incredible.

“Great. May I walk you out?”

“Just upstairs. I’ll be going out the staff exit.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Don’t you want to shower?”

He shook his head. “I want to keep your scent on me as long as I can.”

“Good, lord,” I muttered, as I fought to keep from tackling him to the ground.

“Will you wait for me to clean up the room, Mistress?”

“Okay.”

He made quick work of jumping back into his jeans. After I told him where to find the supplies, he cleaned up his mess on the floor and then wiped down the bench and cross. Once he was finished, he opened the door for me. As we stepped into the hallway, we ran into a familiar face. Calla was about to go into a room across the hall.

Her dark eyes narrowed to fury-filled slits at the sight of us. “Hello, Mistress Calla,” William said politely.

“Hello, William.” She then turned her attention to me. “Juliette, I didn’t think you played outside your client circle.”

“I don’t. But after seeing a hot morsel of a sub like William, I couldn’t resist myself,” I replied, a sugary sweetness coating my tone.

“I see,” Calla said. She threw a longing glance at William. “Excuse me. I have a client.” She then slipped inside the room and closed the door.

“That wasn’t awkward at all,” I mused.

William laughed. “Totally awkward.”

“I’m pretty sure she would take you back in a heartbeat if you said the word.”

“It wouldn’t work because I can’t give her what she wants…what she needs.”

His words echoed through me, affecting more than I could have imagined. We walked on down the hall to the elevators. When we got inside, I reached up and kissed William’s cheek. “Thank you for a very memorable night.”

“You’re welcome, Mistress Juliette.”

The elevator doors opened, and I motioned for William to go. With a somewhat forlorn expression, he walked out onto the main floor. As the doors closed back, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding. After getting back downstairs, I went to my locker. As if my emotions weren’t already on overload, tears pricked my eyelids as I cleaned out all my things. It really felt like the end of an era.

Since my Domme attire wasn’t practical outside the club, I quickly undressed and threw on a T-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. After donning my running shoes, I hustled out of the locker room and out staff exist. As I powerwalked to my car, I needed to put as much distance between William and myself as possible. If I didn’t, I might be tempted to want more with him than I could ever have.





The smell of freshly oiled leather filled my nose as my naked skin slid over the cool, studded material of the chaise lounge. I peered around the room, unsure of what I was doing here. There was no client in the CBT Chair or on the spanking horse. The St. Andrews Cross remained empty. The usual session music wasn’t piping in through the speakers.

My gaze swept over my naked body. Doing a double take, I saw a man kneeling at the end of the chaise, his head bowed. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting to please you.”

That voice. It was his voice—the one that had made me lose my mind. “William?”

He raised his head dutifully at my question. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Why are we here?”

“To fuck.”

Just hearing him say that word caused me to both shiver and flush. Scissoring my legs, I tried fending off the rising ache between my thighs.

William’s nostrils flared as if he smelled my growing arousal. “Let me take care of that.”

Without protesting, I watched as William slid a condom down his length. In my mind, I could hear myself arguing that I didn’t fuck clients or subs, and I didn’t have sex as a Domme. But the sight of William standing before me with his broad chest rising and falling from his own desire caused me to tune out all the unwelcome voices of doubt.

“Come here, sub.”

William practically lunged forward. He placed one knee on the chaise and then the other. As he loomed above me, he asked, “Tell me how you like it, Mistress.”

I widened my legs for him. “Hard and fast.”

Once he settled between my thighs, he took his erection in his hand. At the feel of his blunt head against my opening, I licked my lips in anticipation. William didn’t try to ease in gradually. Instead, he followed my instructions by plunging deep into me with one brutal thrust. Throwing my head back, I cried out in both pain and pleasure.