Master of the House

Having him inside me, plugging that tiny tight space while the toy did its work, had given me the biggest orgasm of my life. I felt faint and he kept still, stroking me, shushing me, kissing my neck, until I recovered and was able to push myself up again.

I loved the dirty, animalistic feeling of him inside me and I wriggled my hips, making the most of it. The vibrator was still on but I was numb and spent down there, which he seemed to realise, switching it back to low.

‘Darling girl,’ he murmured, rearing back up. ‘You’re asking for this. Hold tight, because you’re going to get it.’

It was probably gentle, as a first time should be, but it felt as rudely vigorous as any fuck we’d ever had. He thrust away at me, not fast but very thoroughly, driving himself to the very hilt before pulling almost all the way out. I felt the pain but it was not so sharp now, merely an echo or aftertaste of what had been. Eventually it became a different thing, a fizzing soreness rather than the wince-making stretch of before. He used me to the full and I pushed myself back and back, urging him to have all of me, own all of me.

He came with one hand in my hair and the other grasping one of my bottom cheeks hard, pulling it aside so he could see himself plunging in and out of the tight aperture.

‘Yes,’ he shouted. ‘Yes, mine.’

He stretched out on my back and laid his face beside mine, our skin sticking together while sweat and juices linked us below. That silk shirt was ruined and the dress would at least need a good h

ot wash.

I didn’t want him to pull out. I shut my eyes and felt every precious moment of him inside my bottom, even as he began to soften and shrink.

‘Dear God,’ he slurred. ‘I feel like you’ve pulled my soul out of my body. I’ve never come like that before.’

‘Me neither,’ I said. ‘But you can turn off the vibrator now, if you like.’

He exhaled, long and deep.

‘Can I indeed? I might just keep it on, teach you a lesson.’

‘Oh, God, Joss …’

‘Joking.’ He switched it off. ‘I don’t think either of us is fit for anything but the knacker’s yard now.’

‘No.’ We kissed, noses and teeth all clashing together, sticky hair in eyes and on foreheads.

‘That was amazing,’ I said. ‘I love you. I love all of you and everything about you.’

He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight.

‘So do I, but more so,’ he said. ‘Thank God you came back.’

We lay in sticky silence until the curtain fluttered again and Joss propped himself up, bleary and tousled but still vaguely compos mentis. He leaned over to take out the vibrator and dropped it into the used-toy bucket at the side of the bed.

Vaguely, I wondered whose job it was to clean them up, and how they did it. Did some sub in an apron and a pair of long latex gloves treat them by hand, or were they tipped into a dishwasher at sixty degrees? Or maybe they were all thrown out. What a waste, if so. Were sex toys recyclable?

My train of thought came to an end as Joss adjusted my dress and helped me, not without some difficulty, into an upright position.

I was still finding it hard to connect thoughts. This was what they meant by mind-blowing sex. My circuits were in flames.

O and Mal hailed us on the way out of the boudoir, wanting to stop and chat about how we were finding the party, but they seemed to understand that we were past the conversational stage and wished us goodnight with knowing smiles.

We slept like the dead, making no use of the excellent kink facilities in the room, which seemed like a shame in hindsight. But even Joss had his limits.

Chapter Sixteen

The next morning, having been brought eggs Benedict, coffee, orange juice and croissants by the sissy maid, we sat in bed and tried to work out if everything that had happened the night before was a dream.

‘I don’t think anybody would have believed you were a novice,’ said Joss, sipping his coffee.

‘It was like being in a trance,’ I said. ‘Once you gave up expecting anything to be normal, it was easy. It was like being down the rabbit hole in Alice.’

‘Yes,’ he agreed enthusiastically. ‘It is a bit like that. All the social norms are turned upside down. You have to expect the unexpected. Until you get used to it, that is.’