by Roz Lee
Not that Sean didn’t make her feel that way. He did, but Sean went at it from a completely different angle. Drew didn’t understand the type of relationship she had with Sean. No one could, unless they’d experienced it. When she submitted to Sean, she knew he had nothing on his mind but her pleasure, and he’d do whatever it took to see that she reached the highest peak possible.
Sure, it was nice to ease into an orgasm now and then, and Sean knew how to do that too. She felt free when she submitted to Sean. He knew when she needed to hold back, when she needed to let go. Because Sean took responsibility for the decisions, she didn’t have to worry about anything.
It had taken her a while to accept that she liked to be submissive in the bedroom. In the beginning, she was afraid she’d be doing all the giving, but when she realized Sean gave more than he took in the relationship, acceptance had been easy.
Sean came to her cabin mid-afternoon. She opened the door to him, and stepped aside so he could enter. She closed the door and turned to him, her eyes downcast, her hands behind her.
“Welcome, Master.” The excitement of submitting to him sizzled through her. Her clit throbbed, and her pussy creamed in anticipation of his attention. She wasn’t disappointed.
“On your knees.”
Celeste closed the distance between them and sank to her knees in front of him.
“Where’s your collar?”
“On the desk, Sir,” she answered, keeping her eyes downcast.
Sean went to the desk and returned. “Look up.”
She tilted her chin. Sean fastened the collar around her neck, and Celeste dropped her gaze to the floor. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. I need you, Celeste.”
“Yes, Sir. Anything you desire.”
“Take my cock in your mouth. Use your hands and your mouth to make me come.”
Celeste stifled a groan as desire coursed through her. Sean stood perfectly still with his hands fisted at his sides while she removed his sarong. His cock rose, hard and ready from the thick tangle of dark hair between his legs. She took his balls in one hand and his cock in the other and guided the plump head to her lips. A pearl of pre-cum was there for her tasting. It wouldn’t take much to make him come, but she knew how to prolong his pleasure.
She ran her tongue over the head of his penis and tasted the creamy drop. She did groan then, and took him deep inside the heated cavern of her mouth. With one hand, she rolled and stretched his balls, while the other hand wrapped his shaft from the base to her lips. His musk was an aphrodisiac that fueled her desire to serve him.
Sean shifted his feet further apart, and his hands bracketed her head as she rocked over him, taking his cock deep with each forward movement. Her tongue spiraled and stroked, and his grip tightened. His hips bucked in perfect rhythm to her ministrations.
Her spirit soared. This was familiar ground. In the past, she had performed this service for Sean on a regular basis, and many times, it had led to long evenings of pleasure for both of them. Once his sharp need abated, Sean would turn his attention to her pleasure, and she’d never been disappointed before.
His hands and hips urged her to a faster pace, but Celeste resisted, setting a pace she knew would maximize his pleasure, and hers as well. She reveled in the control he placed in her hands. It wasn’t often a sub was allowed so much freedom, but she’d earned it from years of faithful submission.
“Celeste.” He hissed her name through teeth clenched tight. It was her cue to end it. She increased the tempo, and suctioned his cock with all the strength she could muster from her cheeks and jaw.
“God almighty!”
She tugged on his balls, and his hands closed like a vise on her skull. He thrust his cock to the back of her throat. She swallowed his cum as he rocked into her with uncontrolled jerks. A sense of feminine satisfaction swelled inside her. Sean was a powerful man, dangerous in the right situation. But when she held him in her mouth, he was completely at her mercy.
Celeste dropped her hands to her sides and remained perfectly still while Sean’s cock softened in her mouth. When he eased from her, she dropped her gaze to the floor between his spread feet and waited.
“Rise.”
She stood and clasped her hands behind her. Her eyes remained downcast. If she had pleased him, he would reward her. Sean could be lavish in his rewards. Anticipation warmed her belly and pooled between her legs.
“You did good. I’m prepared to reward you.”
She smiled inside, but let nothing of her secret cross her face. “Thank you, Sir. It’s my pleasure to serve you.”
“As it should be. However, you’ll serve me further by accepting the pleasure I can give you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sean crossed to the desk and returned with the small desk chair in one hand, and a black velvet drawstring pouch in the other. He must have brought it with him, but she hadn’t noticed it at the time. He positioned the chair between them.
“Lose the clothes, Celeste.”
Celeste unfastened her sarong and let it fall to the floor. The scrap of lace over her crotch followed so she stood naked before him.
“Place one foot on the chair, and put your hands behind your head. Eyes to the ceiling.”
She had to shift her weight to remain balanced, and as long as the ship didn’t make any sudden moves, she would be able to maintain the pose. It didn’t escape her that Sean had chosen a pose that left her totally exposed and vulnerable. A shiver raced along her spine, and just like that, she began the first slide into subspace.
He strolled around her, and she could feel his heated gaze on every inch of her skin. “You are lovely. I can understand why other men want you. Drew can’t help himself. Did you let him see you?”
Oh God. “Yes.”
“Did he touch you?”
“Yes.”
He stopped behind her, and with one finger drew an invisible line along her spine from her nape to the small of her back. His hot breath tickled her ear. “Did he fuck you?”
“No.”
“Tell me, Celeste. What did he do to you? I want to hear all the details. Did he kiss you?” He moved to stand in front of her. “Look at me.”
She lowered her eyes to his and saw the tortured expression he tried so hard to conceal. She couldn’t fathom why he needed to hear the details, but she knew he did. He needed to know what she had allowed Drew to do to her.
His hands closed over her breasts and squeezed them hard enough to make her gasp.
“Eyes on the ceiling again.”
She complied, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip as his mouth closed over her right breast. He sucked hard, flattening her nipple against the roof of his mouth. A jolt of pleasure-pain shot from her breast to her pussy. She focused on maintaining the pose. There was nothing she could do about the moisture dripping from her.
“Tell me, Celeste. I want to hear every detail. Now.”
She told him, leaving nothing out. As she spoke, Sean’s hands and mouth followed the path she described. Breathless and trembling, she orchestrated Sean’s assault with her words. He sucked her breasts exactly as she described Drew doing the night before. She was weak and wobbling when Sean’s mouth closed over her clit, and his tongue wiped away the memory of Drew between her thighs.
Sean’s hands on her hips steadied her as the orgasm swept through her. Her arms ached from the unnatural position, and her knees were jelly.
“Is that all?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Well done. I have a gift for you.”
She couldn’t imagine what kind of gift he could give her that would be better than the one he’d just bestowed, but she kept her face upturned and willed her muscles to remain in the pose.
“Relax your hips.” He placed one hand on her hip to steady her. “That’s good. Keep your eyes on the ceiling.”
She tensed, and sucked in a breath as his fingers probed her swollen and sensitive core.
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p; “Relax again, sweetheart. This will feel good.”
Something smooth and cold swiped through her juices and then, like a magician, Sean’s fingers and the object disappeared into her channel.
“Breathe, sweetheart.” His fingers fluttered inside her. “Clench your pussy around my fingers now.”
She did her best Kegel exercise.
“That’s good, sweetheart. Hold it now.” His fingers slipped from her, and his big hand cupped her mound.
“This should keep you focused. Keep the pressure up, sweetheart. Don’t let it slip out.”
She held the pose, every thought now focused between her legs, and particularly on the full feeling inside.
“You may look now, sweetheart. This is what you have inside you.”
Celeste looked, but held her pose. On Sean’s open palm lay a shiny metal orb about the size of a large marble.
“If you’re good, I’ll let you have this one too. Now, dress me.”
Released from the awkward pose, and still shaking from the orgasm, she had to concentrate to keep the ball from slipping out. She bent to retrieve his sarong and wrapped it around his hips.
“Dress yourself. No panties.”
She bent again, and the ball shifted inside her. She clenched her pelvic muscles tighter and managed to wrap the sarong around her.
“Let’s go to dinner now. If you let the ball slip out, I’ll put it back in, no matter where we are. If it slips out in the middle of dinner, I’ll spread you on the table and slide it back in with everyone watching.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Every step was a struggle to keep her pelvic muscles tight enough to keep the ball from slipping. The slightest movement made her aware of the foreign presence inside her. The ball shifted and massaged her inner muscles making her wet with need. The added moisture made it more difficult to keep the ball deep inside.
They chose a table in the center of the main dining room, Zeus’s Temple. Sean took the seat across from Celeste, and placed the second silver ball on the table next to his place setting. Throughout the meal, Sean made sure she knew the ball was there. He touched it with his index finger, rolled it beneath his fingertip, or pinched it between his thumb and index finger, lifted it a fraction of an inch and dropped it to the tablecloth. The not so subtle reminder only made her more aware. Exactly his intention, she was sure.
She squirmed through dinner in sensual torment. It was easier to hold the ball in place if she sat still, but the secret fullness and movement when she shifted on her seat was arousing and too exciting to forego.
Celeste wiggled her ass against the seat and the ball shifted again. Sean dropped his fork on his plate. It clattered loud enough to get her attention. He leaned back in his seat and watched her.
“Does that feel good? Does it feel like I’m fucking you when you move your ass like that?”
“Yes, Sir, it does.”
“Don’t move again until dinner is over. Just imagine me buried inside you. I can’t have you coming yet.”
They finished their dinner. It seemed like an eternity as they waited through several courses and dessert. If Sean’s intent was to drive her crazy with need, he’d accomplished it, and more. She was slipping further under his spell with every interminable minute. Between the ball, his blatant reminders, and his heated gaze, Celeste was a candidate for spontaneous combustion. By the time he took her hand and escorted her out to the open deck, she had only one thing on her mind – having him inside her.
Sean knew how to rev her engines. Her clit ached, and her sex was swollen and wet with anticipation. She knew enough about physiology to know a woman’s body reacted much like a man’s when it came to arousal. An extra supply of blood routed to the parts necessary for mating, resulting in physical changes as well as mental ones. The physical ones were easy to catalog – increased heart rate, swollen genitals, and dilated pupils. The mental ones were more difficult, but they were there too. Celeste recognized the mounting urgency, knew Sean understood and deliberately stalled so she would be beyond caring where he took her, or how he took her, as long as he relieved the need growing inside. Deep subspace beckoned to her.
The warm salt-tinged air did little to divert her attention. Sean pulled her to a stop mid-ship, and pressed the ball into the palm of her hand and closed her fingers around it. “Warm it. Unless you prefer it cold.”
Querido dios. “Thank you, Sir.”
She walked beside him blindly, the ball in one hand, her other captured by his. She kept her pelvic muscles clenched as tight as possible. The ball continually shifted inside her. It, more so than the collar, staked his claim on her for the evening. He knew it, and so did she. It only made her want him more.
He led her to Muses, a bar on the Arcadia deck where a live band played vintage dance music. A waitress, wearing a costume of sheer fabric that hid nothing, escorted them to a private alcove near the dance floor. Sean ordered a bottle of wine and a tray of fruit, cheeses and crackers. When the waitress left, he pulled the concealing curtain closed.
“We can see out, but no one can see in. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
Celeste wasn’t so sure, but she was beyond caring. She stood with her eyes downcast, waiting for Sean’s instructions. Sean sprawled on the round chaise like a god awaiting his slave to service him. The waitress returned with their order, and when she’d placed it on a low table next to the chaise and departed, Sean spoke.
“Is the ball warm now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. You’ve done an excellent job of keeping one in. Let’s see how you do with two.”
Her heart rate kicked up a notch, and her palms grew damp. The band began to play a slow dance. The heavy bass backbeat throbbed through the soles of her feet and traveled along her nerve endings as if she was hooked to electrodes.
“Hand me the ball, and remove the sarong.”
She did as he commanded so she stood before him wearing nothing but his collar.
“Hands behind your head, sweetheart. Eyes on the ceiling.” He shifted to the edge of the chaise, close enough she could feel his breath on her stomach. “Lift your leg, and rest your foot on my thigh.”
She didn’t know if she could do it and not lose the one ball already inside her, but she clenched her pelvic muscles and lifted her foot off the ground. Sean’s hands helped steady her, one on her hip, the other around her ankle, guiding her foot into position.
“That’s good, sweetheart. Now, let me see if you still have the ball.”
Two long fingers entered her without ceremony. They made contact with the ball and eased it as far inside as they could reach. Celeste sucked in her bottom lip and stifled the cry of pleasure his touch invoked.
“Very good. Now let’s fill your sweet pussy.”
She held her breath while Sean slid the second ball inside her and used his fingers to spin it around before he pressed it high and tight against the other one, and she quit trying to fight her need. She slipped into subspace.
“There. Tighten your muscles, sweetheart. Pretend it’s me inside you, and hold me in.”
She concentrated everything she had on her pelvis and clenched her muscles tight. His fingers slipped out, and he guided her foot to the floor.
“Don’t move unless I tell you to. Don’t let the balls slip out, no matter what.”
Celeste stood motionless. She counted the pinprick stars on the ceiling and clenched her full pussy as tight as possible. Sean poured wine into a glass, and as best she could tell, leaned back to observe her. Her legs trembled with the effort it took to maintain the pose. Time spun out into an unquantifiable eternity. At last, Sean moved.
“How does it feel to be filled? Do you want to move? To feel the balls move inside you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Soon. First, I want to touch you.”
His warm hands came to rest on her hips, and from there, explored her torso from her stomach to just beneath her breasts. When she squirmed under his touch, h
e scolded her and nipped one distended nipple with his teeth. Celeste closed her eyes and bit the inside of her cheeks. Every touch was like adding tender to an already blazing fire. She wanted to touch him too, but understood the waiting, the building of desire, would only increase her pleasure once Sean allowed her to come.
She stood like a statue while he dipped his finger in the wine and painted her nipples, and then sucked them clean again. It was rapturous torture and through it all, she continued to hold the balls inside her clenched vagina.
“Spread you legs for me, sweetheart.” His hands on her inner thighs guided her legs apart until she was almost spread-eagle on her feet. The position increased the exertion needed to hold the balls in, as well as the concentration necessary to accomplish the task.
“Keep the balls inside, and don’t move a muscle.” He spread her outer lips and coated her clit with wine.
She knew what he was going to do then, dreaded it, as well as craved it. When his tongue touched her throbbing clit, it took all her strength to remain stoic. He continued to paint her with wine and suck it off, and she stood stalwart, her hands behind her head, her face tilted to the heavens, her jaw locked and eyes screwed shut and her pussy clenched vise-tight. She fought back the orgasm as he built it, one lick, one suck at a time.
“Don’t come, sweetheart. Not yet.”
He held her open with both thumbs, and his breath fanned across her damp clit. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold it another second, he pressed her closed and guided her legs together.
“Excellent. You may drop your arms now, but keep your eyes on the ceiling.”
Celeste breathed a sigh of relief as blood rushed to her fingertips. It was infinitely easier to hold the balls in when her legs were together. That alone allowed her a brief moment of relaxation.
“Dance for me, Celeste. Hear the music? Put your arms behind you and move your hips to the music. Spread your legs, sweetheart. Keep the balls inside.”
She opened her mind to the music and let it sink into her soul. Her body began to move, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as she perfected the art of holding her pelvic muscles tight and letting everything else go loose and become fluid with the music. The balls shifted with each movement, like riding Sean’s hard cock on a roller coaster. She knew, once she crested the hill, momentum would carry her over the top and rocket her into space.