Chapter 203: Luke
We woke up after seven-much later than a usual Monday morning. I could tell by her breathing that Machala was awake. "What are you thinking about, girl?" I asked into the quiet room.
"Hmm, touching you. I always want to touch you while you sleep." Her voice sounded drowsy and sexy.
"I won't stop you." There were times to be dominant and times to give your sub what she wanted. This was the latter. I expected her hands to travel my chest, arms, even ass. I saw the way she stared at me. A hungry lioness came to mind. What I didn't expect were her hands on my face.
She moved up a little, using her elbow to prop herself. I closed my eyes as her soft fingers traveled across my jaw, moving to my cheeks and even along my nose.
"You're beautiful," she whispered.
I didn't think any man alive wanted to be called beautiful. At least not until this moment. Her thumb swiped across my eyelid before her fingers went to my lips. Now they ran across the outline of my mouth and one finger slipped inside. I bit down, but she didn't withdraw. My little masochist. God, I loved her. We were made for each other, secrets and all.
"Why the piercing?" she whispered against my lips after slowly withdrawing her finger.
I opened my eyes slightly. "You're mine."
"Have you pierced one of your subs before?"
"No."
She looked skeptical. "Then how did you know what you were doing?"
"It's how I earned money before the band made it big."
I didn't expect a pillow in the face. "You rat."
I had her on her back a second later. "Your rat." I lowered my mouth to her nipple. "These next," I said before sucking the tip past my lips. I pulled back, letting it pop from my mouth. "The problem," I said as I nuzzled the other one, "is that they take longer to heal and I won't be able to do this..." I bit down until a groan escaped her lips. "We'll wait awhile longer." I bit down again knowing her nipples were sore from the clamps. She pulled my head in closer instead of pushing me away. And that's why she was perfect for me.
I growled because with her new piercing, I had to use a condom. It's something we would discuss after she healed. We were both tested when she was my sub before and I had stopped using them except for anal. I wanted nothing more than to slide my bare cock home, but it was safer for her if I covered it.
I struggled to reach the bedside drawer and pull a condom out. I didn't let go of her nipple when I did it and she cried out. I released her and rested back on my legs between her thighs. "You aren't to come until we're in the playroom later."
This time her groan was louder.
"You have something you want to say?" I put my hands down beside her chest and pushed my cock in deep. I knew she'd be wet and ready.
"No fair," she bit out.
"Exactly."
***
Machala
This time was entirely different from our weekend D/s of the past. Luke didn't push for answers I wouldn't give. Our daily sessions in the playroom were different. He made me masturbate repeatedly as he added different toys. The sadist in him loved watching me writhe against the bindings. I whined and even cried when my body wouldn't cooperate, but Luke patiently persisted until I got off. I almost grew to hate the word "again."
He didn't let up. If I managed to orgasm twice he added breath play. They became the most intense orgasms of the day. I don't think there was anyone on earth I would trust to take me where Luke did.
The change in our relationship included me going to Wednesday night practice with the band. He told me I was coming on the weekend too. Coming was the proper word. Fuck, he was sexy when he played. And he sang. Not something I knew about him. His voice was like everything else. Dominant.
The rehearsal studio was at Krispin's, so I was able to spend time with Angela.
She nudged me with her shoulder. "Junior here does backflips when the boys play. He's already a rocker." She rubbed her belly. "I would swear I was having twins he's getting so big. The ultrasound only shows one, but maybe he's just covered by his brother." She laughed, then stopped suddenly and touched my arm. "You okay, Machala?"
Blood pounded in my head. "I... I'm good."
"Have you seen him play before?"
I had to focus on her words and it still took a split second to make sense of them. "No, this is the first time."
"That explains it. Wait until you see them in concert. The intensity is ramped so high you could have an orgasm just watching."
Angela was so sweet and she thought my near panic attack was because of seeing Luke rehearse. The cause of my fucked up mental stability was a place I couldn't go and I barely managed to control myself. I breathed in and out, counting to twenty before I inhaled and then again when I exhaled. Angela left to go lie down. My hands fisted so tight that cramps formed before I could relax them.
"Machala."
Luke was holding my arm. The band had stopped playing and I hadn't even realized it.
He didn't say another word. He pried my fingers open, weaved his through, and pulled me to Krispin's dungeon. He shut the door behind us and pressed me against the cold wood.
"Breathe, Machala."
I was. Or at least trying. His fingers circled my throat, pressing in. My eyes shot to his. With his other hand he unzipped himself and without protection, he moved my panties aside, lifted me, and drove his cock into my pussy. I clamped my legs around his hips.
"Breathe," he said as he relaxed his fingers.
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