Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
The vibrators filling her sent eddies of pleasure spiraling through her core. Being cuffed added to her sense of erotic helplessness. But it was the water itself that drew her so quickly into an altered state of being that transcended mere bondage. The muffled silence, the stillness, the complete and utter surrender of control, of her very ability to breathe, all coalesced into a powerful, cathartic submissive release.
She had lost count at around nine. Surely fifteen seconds had passed? As the pressure built behind her eyes, she resisted the tiny stab of panic that tried to pierce her experience.
You’re safe, she reminded herself. You’re with Eric.
The panic ebbed away.
A moment later, his hand was gone from her head, and she felt the tap on her shoulder. She rose to her feet, losing her balance a little without the use of her hands. Eric was there to steady her as she drew in a huge breath and shook the hair from her eyes.
“Good girl,” he said approvingly. “Shall we go again?”
“Yes, please,” she replied breathlessly, a kind of euphoria moving over and through her that made her laugh.
Eric smiled and kissed the top of her wet head. Then he guided her gently beneath the water until her knees once more touched the tank’s floor. She lost count again as a climax shuddered through her, the vibrations from the pulsating dildos tickling her clit.
Over and over, Eric guided her beneath the water, holding her down just a little longer each time. She let go completely, confident he was there to keep her safe as she drifted in a dark, secret place. At a tap from him, she would burst from the water, sucking in a lungful of air as she shook the water from her face.
Each time, he would ask her, “Again?”
And each time she would joyously consent.
After a while, time lost its meaning. There was nothing but the water wrapping her close in its warm, encompassing embrace. She slipped effortlessly into a deep submission, every muscle relaxed, every particle of her being open to Eric’s loving control. She was vaguely aware of the booming of her heart in her ears like a distant drum, and of Eric’s steadying hand, always there.
She wanted to stay down forever, drifting, drifting in this perfect peace…
“Breathe. Rowan. Open your eyes and breathe.”
Eric’s voice startled Rowan out of whatever watery reverie she had been in. She was no longer submerged, her wrists no longer cuffed. As the world clicked back on, she drew in a deep breath, her deflated lungs filling.
Eric was staring down at her with concern, her face cupped gently in his hands. “Rowan, talk to me. What’s happening? Are you okay?”
“Oh, Eric,” she breathed, still caught in the sweet rapture of the experience. “That was amazing.”
He laughed, the sound low and rich in her ears. There was both relief and joy in his face. “You gave me a little scare there, babe,” he said, shaking his head. “You didn’t come up when I tapped. I had to haul you up.”
“She’s a natural,” Jack interjected. “First time out and she handled it like a pro.”
Rowan, who had completely forgotten the other couple was even there, turned toward them, a grin splitting her face. “I did?”
“You did,” Cleo said, smiling back. “Good thing your guy was there to keep you safe.”
“Yes,” Rowan said, turning back to Eric, her heart so light she thought it must be filled with helium. “A very good thing.”
As Eric pulled her into his arms, he whispered in her ear, “I love you, Rowan. You were fucking awesome.”
“I love you too,” she replied. Then, pulling away from him, she said, “I just have one question.”
“And what’s that, sub girl?” he replied, his green eyes sparkling.
“Can we do it again?”
Chapter 24
The first snowflakes of the year were falling gently around them as Eric and Rowan walked the several blocks from the subway toward Salome’s Lair. Though they still enjoyed scening at the small club when they could find the time, that night they weren’t going there to play. Rather, they were meeting Michael and Olivia for a late dinner.
It was six months to the day since the first time Rowan had been to Salome’s and they’d shared their first scene outside the confines of a training scenario. Eric still had to pinch himself sometimes when he considered the way his life had fallen so perfectly into place since that day.
He had all the business he could handle, both with his furniture restoration and with the BDSM training. When she had the time, Rowan sometimes assisted him with the training. She served as a submissive model when he was working with Doms who needed hands-on training, and she also worked directly with new submissive trainees. She was, not surprisingly, especially good with the nervous newbies, and together they were making something of a name for themselves in the BDSM community as a training team, with a special focus on couples.