Page 11 of Jaded
Her face was flushed, her body trembling against the couch.
“Beg me.”
I loved it when they begged. Kristina winced, but I felt another flood of moisture against the fingers that cupped her mound. She seemed to like a little bit of humiliation.
“Please, Mistress. Please let me come. I’m so close.”
Our eyes met, hers glassy with arousal. Her beautiful face was flushed, her expression almost desperate.
“You may come when you’re ready,” I told her.
Then I shoved my fingers back into her opening and slid them against her G spot while I licked her clit. Kristina let out a shrill scream as she succumbed to her orgasm.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled. “Oh my God.”
Her body began shaking and her back arched, those lovely tits bouncing from the motion. Her leg banged against the couch while the foot on the floor scrambled for purchase. And through it all, she kept her hands above her head.
When she finally sagged against the couch, totally spent, I removed my fingers with something that felt like regret. Placing a quick kiss on her mound, I stood up, and moved her hands back down from over her head. I felt a sense of regret that we couldn’t cuddle, which was weird because I’d never been a cuddler.
“You look beautiful when you come, Kristina,” I whispered, leaning down to press my lips against hers one last time.
“We should get dressed,” I said regretfully. “They’ll need the room soon.”
Kristina still looked dazed. “Oh. Um. Okay. I mean, yes Mistress.”
Right on time, I heard a discreet tap on the door, letting us know that our hour was up. The noise seemed to break the spell between us, Kristina’s face clearing immediately as she came back to herself. She walked slowly to the corner where she’d left her clothes, turning her back on me as she got dressed again.
I slid my dress over my head then hunted around for my panties, trying not to feel too despondent at the obvious change in atmosphere. My time with Kristina was over. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected but seeing her avoid my gaze and hide from me told me she must not feel the same way I did. I’d done my job and fulfilled one of her submissive fantasies, and now she was done with me.
It figured that the one time I let myself feel something for a submissive she wasn’t interested. But I was still her domme, at least for a couple more minutes, and I had an obligation to take care of her.
“How are you feeling, Kristina?”
“I feel fine. Good. Thank you, Mistress.”
Her tone was cool, and her gaze was fixed on the floor. I felt desperate to know what she was thinking right now.
“Look at me,” I instructed.
She complied, her face a blank mask.
“Do you need instructions for how to care for yourself tonight?”
“No. I, uh, I know what to do, and I didn’t drop into subspace. I feel perfectly lucid.”
I studied her face, wanting to confirm what she was saying. She seemed perfectly fine, just distracted.
“And how did you like your first scene?”
“Permission to speak freely, Mistress?”
Oh God, was she going to tell me that she didn’t like it? She seemed to like it but what did I really know about this woman anyway? Maybe she was a really good actress.
“Of course, our scene is officially over now. I will not punish you for anything you say.”
“The scene was good. Better than I could imagine. I’ve never come that hard in my life. I feel both relaxed and energized, you know?”
I nearly sagged with relief that I hadn’t misread her.
