‘Is that a yes?’
‘Go on, then,’ I whispered furiously. He had no right to know how to push my buttons this well. He was a cheeky bastard. But oh God, I wanted him to do anything and everything to me, until I passed out.
He took his time inserting the first finger, pausing every time I squeaked or shot forward or tensed my ring to utter soothing words and sounds. It was really no worse than that butt-plug anyway – in fact, it was better because the finger was flexible and warm and responsive to my body’s cues.
He slid it in to the knuckle and twisted it around, his broken sighs of, ‘Ohhh yeah,’ calming me, turning me into clay beneath his expertly moulding hands. Then he chose to resume his thrusts and my forgetful cunt tightened around him, greedy for more of his cock, more of his energy, more of his mastery, more of everything.
By the time he got the second finger in, I had come, a long, sobbing, wailing kind of orgasm that made him chuckle even as he fucked and up his speed, up his rutting cock and delving finger-play until he too had had his fill and poured himself into me, uttering obscene endearments until he was wrung out.
We lay together for a while, limp and thirsty and wordless while the snow fell outside and the room grew darker still.
‘That was a fuck and a half,’ he said at last. ‘What’s your name?’
‘Am I allowed to say?’
‘Of course. Well, not really. But you have my permission.’
‘Cherry,’ I said, and then I bit my lip. Why had I told him my real name?
‘Cherry? That’s a sexy name. Suits you. I’m Damian.’
‘I know. You’re allowed to have a name. It’s just me that isn’t.’
‘Listen, Cherry, thanks. That was seriously fucking incredible. I wish we could do it again.’
I turned to him, pouting. ‘Can’t we?’
‘Probably not a good idea. Fuck. Listen, I’ll see what I can do, OK? But we’ll have to be careful. Really careful.’
Something occurred to me.
‘Why?’
‘Why? Because we’ll both get booted out on our arses if His Lordship gets wind that we’re fucking without his dispensation.’
‘And? So what? We’re here voluntarily, aren’t we?’
‘You’re saying you want to leave?’
I pondered this proposition. Did I want to leave?
‘I … don’t know, actually. When I got here, I really thought it was what I wanted. But now I’m not sure.’
‘The reality of kink is different from the fantasy. A lot of the girls find that. More than half don’t make it through the week.’
‘How many have you seen come and go? How many have you had?’
Damian smirked. ‘I’ve never had one without His Lordship’s knowledge before. But a fair few, yeah, when there’s been a scene I’m part of.’
‘Is it just me, or is there a bit of tension around Her Ladyship’s role in all this?’
Damian bit his lip and sucked in a breath.
‘You think?’ he said eventually.
‘I can’t say anything for certain, but …’
‘Things change, relationships change,’ said Damian vaguely. ‘What you want changes. What you need changes.’