Page 224 of Masters of Pleasure
“Probably not exactly like that.”Law grinned when she snuck a look at him.Lately, his face hurt from how much he’d been smiling since his first scene with Iris.“Ready to start?You need to get completely naked.”
He rested his hand on her back and felt the little shiver of apprehension, which he reveled in.There was nothing better than having a slightly anxious and very aroused submissive to play with.He enjoyed it with Iris because she was so confident all the time.
“Yes, Sir.”She looked up at him, and her eyelashes fluttered.“I might need a little help, though.”
His erection, which had already begun to swell at the table when she’d been teasing him, surged to full mast as blood rushed to his groin.
“Then, by all means, let me help.”Law wouldn’t object to having the chance to have his hands all over her.
Iris
Stripped out of her clothes, her nerves humming from Law’s teasing caresses while he was helping her undress, Iris bit her lip as she glanced at the cart set up next to the massage table again.She didn’t know what to expect.Electricity wasn’t covered in the newbie classes unless someone expressed real interest, and she hadn’t been all that interested until she’d become interested in Master Law.
She’d heard from the other submissives it could be a lot of fun, could be exquisitely painful, and Master Law loved to play with it.
It was also dangerous.
Iris had done a little research at home this past week, then decided she wanted to be surprised by what he might do.Most of the research had started off with warnings about whatnotto do and all the nasty consequences of unsafe electrical play.She didn’t have arrhythmia—one worry eliminated—but there were still plenty of other pitfalls of playing with electricity.
The nice thing about scening with Master Law was she absolutely trusted he knew what he was doing, or else he wouldn’t be doing it.
But nothing was one hundred percent safe.
That I find that even more exciting shows I might have more work to do with my therapist…
She was hardly the only one who found dangerous sex exciting, though.The bit of scary added to her arousal, which was pretty common among kinksters.The idea of actually being hurt or dying wasn’t exciting, but knowing she was doing something that could have dangerous consequences gave her an adrenaline rush like bungee jumping or skydiving.
Except with an orgasm at the end.
To her surprise, rather than getting her immediately on the table, Master Law stepped in front of her, cupped her chin with one hand, and tilted her head back.Out of her heels, the difference in their height made it necessary for their gazes to meet.
He was still fully dressed, and—as always—the dichotomy made her feel all fluttery and hot inside.
Looking deep into her eyes, his serious expression made her body perk up and take notice.
Time to be a good girl and pay attention.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”She answered without thinking, too caught up in the intensity of his gaze to prevaricate.Not that she would have wanted to.She could tell how much this meant to him.He’d needed a real answer, and she’d given it to him.She did trust him—completely.
“Good girl.Your safeword is ‘red’ or ‘foliage,’ but if you say stop, I’ll pause to check in with you.”He spoke calmly, steady, yet her anxiety ramped up a little more with every word.That he was taking this so seriously hammered home that it wasn’t the average kink play.“Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”Excitement fizzed and popped through her body, arousal coiling in her core as she stared into his dark brown eyes.He was rock steady, calm, and entirely in control, while she felt as if she was going to go off like a rocket at any moment.Yet his presence soothed her to keep her feet on the ground.
They stared at each other for a long moment, then he moved, using his hand on her chin to hold her in place while his other arm wrapped around her back, and his lips descended on hers.There was something about the suddenness that made her think he hadn’t planned to kiss her, and everything in her body thrilled with the impulsiveness of the move.
Iris’ hands went to his chest, her palms flat against him, not pushing him away but exploring the hard contours of his chest and shoulders as she was pressed against him.The fabric of his shirt rubbed against her nipples, stimulating them, as the hand cupping her chin slid around to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss.
She whimpered against his lips as their tongues danced together, heat sliding through her.Pressing her thighs together, she wriggled, feeling the hard bulge of his erection digging into her stomach.Her pussy ached, clenching emptily in anticipation.
He pulled away, his face a mere inch away.
“Alright, sweetheart.Up on the table.”
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