BDSM Date - Chapter 4
The end of Connifer and Bane's date.
The room was still and calm with the peace of her master's satisfaction. The warmth and the sacred silence lulled her and for all she knew, lulled him too. The web stood by with no evidence to betray the acts that had taken place on its span. The scent of sexuality laced the air like a memory made real.
Quietude. Relaxation.
Connifer, crawling on her hands and knees but feeling bereft of strength, took her place at the foot of the bed and lay down, curling her feather-soft tail around her thigh for comfort. The walls were deep red and the lights muted and unobtrusive, almost like being inside the womb. It was funny, she thought as her eyelids dropped, how one colour could represent both passion and the ultimate in security.
Bane pulled the duvet back and took his own place - on the bed itself. The mattress shifted, creaked a little, and then went still.
Although... Connifer felt under the impression he hadn't settled down properly and opened one eye, although she was almost certain she wouldn't see anything informative.
"Onto the bed," his voice floated down to her. Soothed and almost informal.
She uncurled and knelt so that she could look over the wrought iron footboard. "Pardon?" she asked, her ears raised politely high and her tail falling, forgotten, around her rump. Should I drop the 'master'?
"As I told you," he said nonchalantly and swept a rich brown hand across the covers. "Onto the bed."
Connifer's body responded by scrabbling up and accompanying him under the sheets, despite her mind half-protesting that she didn't want the play to finish yet. Her hip sank blissfully into the bed and she stretched a little to wriggle deeper into the mattress' embrace. Then she tested her new role and looked directly into Bane's eyes.
He didn't seem to mind, although his smile became vaguely wicked.
Something remained. She couldn't help but smile in return.
"I wish to talk with you about the future," he said, and picked at the mussed hair at the bases of her ears. "And I will do it satisfying myself with you."
Ohh... master.
So saying, he slipped first one knee, and then the other, between her legs and ground his hips until he found his way in.
Connifer couldn't help but close her eyes in response to the blessed feeling and in her own self-imposed darkness, felt one of his arms loop under her waist. The other held her shoulders and when she opened her eyes again, saw that his gaze had never left her face.
His smoothness, his warm and mammalian reality, slipped in deeper, then shallower, then deeper again.
"You are a very beautiful and very accomplished little slave," he said, his voice a soothing tribute to his arousal. "I would like to add you to my harem."
"You have a harem," she breathed, pulsing on the inside, and then wondered whether she meant that as a question or a statement of wonder.
His harem, she thought. She'd have squealed if she'd had the energy - and if she'd still been a teenager.
He spoke on. "I have both males and females, of several species. Sometimes I like to use more than one at a time." Connifer shivered at the word, 'use'. "And I see how much you enjoy slavehood. I think you will fit in very well. Yes, I see you like that idea."
A slow, hot pump. The hardness of the bones in his forearms, the soft heat of his belly against hers. A single, casual swish of his tail.
"You already know how much I like to deny orgasm to my slaves. Sometimes I like to pleasure one to deny the other. Can you imagine that? Keeping your legs open so I can fuck you while a male slave watches, his hands behind his back, unable to touch himself or have you?"
Their tails wound and unwound around each other. Connifer's pussy burned with white-heat, both desiring and satisfied at once and always needing more. Wet with the thought of all the possibilities, heated by his authenticity.
"Would you like that, Connifer?"