Page 85 of Making Over Maris

Chapter Fourteen

It took Jack awhile to recover—that orgasm had been magnificent. He loved that she held him and stroked him as he did. At some point she removed the blindfold. He didn’t even notice.

When he finally lifted his head and met her gaze, they shared a moment. It was unlike anything he’d ever known. Like a Vulcan mind-meld.

She stroked his cheek, thumbed away an errant tear. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” He kissed her. He couldn’t not. She was so goddamn beautiful. “But…”

She sat back. “But what?”

“Can we take the vibrator out?” Yeah. That buzzing in his backdoor was off-putting.

Her cheeks pooched out as she thought about it and then, to his horror, she shook her head. “I think not.”

“What?”

She laughed at the look on his face. “It’s staying in there for a while.”

“Sara…”

“Ah, ah, ah.” She laid a finger over his lips. “Remember the gag.”

Though he was utterly drained, excitement danced through him. He clamped his lips together. “Mumph.”

“Did you enjoy your climax, Jack?” This she whispered into his ear, taking the opportunity to nibble the lobe.

He shuddered at the recollection, an aftereffect of the soul-shattering pleasure. He’d never known anything like that. And that it was with Sara made it even more amazing. He wanted to crumble before her and kiss her feet, so profound was his gratitude. “Holy fuck, yes.”

“I’m glad. But I told you not to come, didn’t I?” Her voice was gentle but wrapped in a thread of steel. He shivered. “You realize what that means, don’t you?”

He shook his head, although he did. He knew.

“More punishment.” She sighed and stood, placing her hands on her hips. He stared up at her. She was glorious. A glorious, beautiful Domme. In shiny black latex. And he was so in love with her it hurt. “I’m beginning to think you may like punishment, Jack.” She headed for the couch on the other side of the room but paused, shooting a glance over her shoulder. “Come along.” He began to stand but she clucked her tongue. “On your knees, slave.”

Holy hell.

He followed her as she commanded, crawling over to the couch. She sat and patted her thigh. He edged closer. “Good boy. Do you know what you’re going to do now?”

He shook his head.

“You’re going to make me come. And until you do…” She bent over and fiddled with the vibrator in his ass. He winced as her movements made it bobble and then flinched as it kicked into a higher gear, one that set his teeth on edge.

And then it stopped.

And started.

And stopped again.

Ah hell. He hated random settings.

“Until you make me come, that puppy is staying right where it is.”

The vibrator went into a fiendish frenzy, followed by a low, dull throb and then a series of sharp, short bursts, making his nerves ping with delight and confusion and annoyance. He growled at the base of his throat.

Sara chuckled. She fiddled with the zipper of her catsuit. “Help me get out of this.”

Jack gently tugged at the shoulders of the tight suit. He worked her arms free and then became distracted because her breasts popped out. They were damp with sweat and covered with a light sheen of oil.