Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
She blindfolded me first with a silky black thing.
“The topic we’re going to discuss is my sexuality.”
Wait, what? I blinked instinctively, and that didn’t work very well behind the fabric.
“What do you mean, Ma’am?”
“I’ll explain.” A beat later, her lips were on mine for a brief second, before she handcuffed me to the bed. Arms out, metal closing with a snick-snick-snick. “Not too tight?”
“No, Ma’am.”
What did she mean by her sexuality?
I’d wondered not too long ago if she was bi, considering she’d carried on kink dynamics with at least one man, though those had been nonsexual. Either way, I couldn’t say it would require any lengthy discussion. She could just tell me, and I’d be fine. But hey, if she needed to talk, so be it.
“I suppose I should start by saying that sex and what stimulates me are different,” she admitted. “This right here…? Having you under me, at my mercy, is my sex. Controlling you, pushing you between states of pain and bliss, is my orgasm. It’s what releases endorphins in my brain, and it’s what gives me pleasure.”
Oh. Huh. So she was on the ace spectrum?
“You’re asexual?” I guessed.
“Not quite,” she said. “It can be argued that I’m on that spectrum, but I’m not good with labels. My sex drive, for what’s considered conventional, is low.” She started running her hands up and down my body, testing sensitive spots and where I might be ticklish. “I still feel sexual attraction, I get aroused, and I love to get my sub off. I want to be in sexual situations frequently—but this is how I get off.”
“By being in charge.”
“By being in charge,” she confirmed.
I flinched, and a giggle burst out of me when she reached my rib cage. I couldn’t help it!
“So, um—” I squirmed and tried to shy away from her fingers. “You never come? Like, a regular orgasm?”
“No, I do. It’s just not very often.” She slid farther down my body until she planted her knees between my legs and parted them. “How often would you say you come? On your own, with a partner, doesn’t matter.”
I hummed, thinking about it, but her hands were distracting. She rubbed my thighs so sensually that it was tough to focus. Unhurried movements, fingers inching closer inward…
“I don’t know, maybe three or four times a week…?” I bit my lip. “Sometimes five, sometimes every day, sometimes I can go a week or two without.”
She acknowledged me with a hum of her own, and then she pulled up my knees so my feet were planted firmly on the duvet.
“I might average one a month, but like you, I go through periods when it’s more and sometimes less.”
Oh. All right. The tension between us felt a little off, and I wasn’t sure if she was waiting for me to throw a fit or tell her this wouldn’t be working for me. I’d lusted after Penelope Darling for so long, almost…two years? Something like that? And maybe lusted was a strong word. I’d had girlfriends and playtime arrangements in that time, but I’d admired her for that long anyway. I’d sought her out online to get a dose of her opinions. I’d read every journal entry she’d posted, and I’d made sure to catch every seminar or demo she’d hosted outside of Mclean.
Getting her off wasn’t precisely a deal-breaker.
“The question now is…” Fuck, she dropped low, and I felt the softest kiss at the top of my pussy. “Is this okay with you, Nora?”
I presumed she was asking about the orgasm and sex stuff, not what she was currently derailing my thoughts with.
I took a steadying breath and realized I’d been clenching my fists.
Relax. Deep breaths.
“I have two rules,” I said. “I’m monogamous for intimacy and sexual play, and I’m only drawn to women who are dominant. Everything else is just details. My dream to serve you is about accommodating your needs, not my projection of what they might be. It’s about making you happy, whether that body worship includes orgasms or massages.”
It just wasn’t a big deal to me. It might be to some…? But my own pleasure was mainly derived from servitude, not how many times I could get my Top off.
Penelope let out a breath and dropped a kiss along the inside of my thigh.
Maybe she wasn’t ready to say anything. Maybe she was processing.
One thing—oh my fuck—she was ready for…was to go down on me. I sucked in a breath and tensed up, and she kept kissing me, only now she was right where I wanted her. But man, she had all the patience. Soft kisses, wet kisses, firm ones…where she delved deeper with her tongue, and I was squirming again.
“Fuck,” I exhaled.
“My girl will always keep herself smooth for me,” she murmured. “So that I can see her marks and bruises.”