Chapter 10: Mistress Mayhem
Adrian
“I want to show you something I think you’ll enjoy,” I whisper, still tasting her sweetness on my lips. Her pussy is like sweet like a peach and I lick the lingering flavor with a satisfied smirk.
I grab her hand and wrap it around my cock—still slick, still throbbing, still begging for more. Her fingers tighten instinctively, and I groan. That grip? Dangerous.
I take a slow pull from the vape, hold it in, then lean forward to kiss her. As our lips touch, I exhale. Selene inhales. Smoke. Lust. Power. A silent exchange more intoxicating than any drug.
While she breaths me in, her thumb glides up and smears precum across the tip of my cock. I nearly lose it. “Fuck, Selene…”
“What’s in here?” She asks , eyebrows raised as I lead her to a plain door behind the pool bar.
“Something you’d never imagine,” I say through clenched teeth, her teasing hand making coherent thought nearly impossible.
I punch in the code and pop the lock, and swing open the door. She peers inside.
Looks normal. At first.
I walk straight to the far wall and slide a book from the shelf. “Scrap Book Gems,” the spine reads.
Click.
The shelf swings open with a dramatic creak, revealing a dark stairwell leading underground.
She pauses. “What the heck ”
Selene
I descend the staircase with caution, curiosity, and a dangerous level of arousal. And then I see it.
Sex dungeon. Full. Fucking. Fantasy mode.
Leather straps line the wall. Hooks. Chains. A St. Andrew’s cross. There’s a goddamn sex swing in the corner sitting above a bed. A glass case holds more toys than a fetish convention. I smirk.
“Well, this is interesting,” I say, pretending I’m not already dripping wet at the sight of the spreader bars alone.
I turn to Adrian. He’s standing silently, watching me like I’m prey and predator all in one.
“I didn’t know Jonathan was such a freak,” I laugh. “But I can definitely work with this.”
I slide easily into Domme mode, my voice dropping low and lethal. “Come here and take off your shirt”.
His eyes darken and he obeys me with out question, unbuttoning each button like it’s a striptease for a goddess. I don’t even have to tell him to strip slowly —he already know what I expect. It’s like forever but I’m sure it was mere seconds and he was naked. I tell him to kneel and he gets down on his knees and bows his head. Watching him submit to me like that has me nearly panting with wild wanton need.
I strut over to the toy cabinet, fingers grazing over floggers, clamps, plugs, gags. I select a sleek leather strap-on, a thick black dildo that promises pain and pleasure, and—my favorite—a collar and leash combo that screams: mine. I then strip down and put on the crotchless panties I bought with nothing else .
When I turn back, he is still on his knees. Hands behind your back. Erect. Obedient. Delicious.
“How can I serve you, Mistress?” He asks, voice deep with anticipation .
I lick my lips. “Oh baby, I’m going to use you like a filthy toy.”
I grab a lube launcher, slide on some black latex gloves, and stalk toward him like a panther in heat. “On your hands and knees.” He obeys.
I open my purse and pull out my favorite peppermint lube—because if you’re going to tingle, it might as well be everywhere.
I coat my fingers, then press one into on to his tight, hole without warning. He gasps and jumps at the invasion . “I’m going to peg you , relax for me because I’m going to shoot some lube up your ass. Adrian’s cock jerks like it’s got a mind of its own. “Breathe in and relax I tell him .”
He does that and I start to push the lube launcher in and push the lube in him. Then start to move finger in slowly and he moans a pushes back . “Mmm, you like that?” I purr, rubbing his prostate while massaging his balls. I add a second finger. He whimpers and thrusts backward like a good little slut.
“Ride my fingers,” I command. And he does, thrusting himself backwards against my fingers.
I grab the vibrating anal plug and slowly push it in, letting his greedy ass swallow it inch by inch. He groans—loud. When I flip the switch, his hips jerk. I giggle.
He moves like he is hypnotized. I collar him, clip on the leash, and lead him to a chair designed for one thing: face-sitting worship. The seat has an oval opening. He lays on his back and I place the seat over his head and I straddle it, my dripping pussy exposed to his eager tongue.
“Eat,” I order. He needs no further instruction.
His tongue slides into me like he was born to serve, this strong Adonis of a man behaving like a sub. I ride his face shamelessly, using his tongue like a human vibrator. My legs quake. My orgasm rips through me, but I don’t stop. I grab the leash and yank him out from under me.
“Bed. Now.”
He crawls over to the bed, his cock rock-hard and dripping precum like a faucet. I stroke it slowly, cruelly, making him beg with his eyes .
“Ready to please your Mistress?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I pull him onto the bed and I climb on top of his cock. Even though my pussy is so soaked he doesn't slide in with one slick thrust, i take a breath and relax to adjust to his girth and I start to ride him like a demon in heat. He feels amazing. He is thick and long and fills me up.
“You do not cum unless I say. If you do, you’ll be punished.” I tell him . He looks up at me watching my boobs bounce and he grabs my hips hard and he starts thrusting up.
I grind down hard, clenching my muscles, teasing him with everything I’ve got. I rub my clit as I ride him, watching him struggle to hold back. Finally, I cum—loud, wet, feral.
I slide off him and grab the strap-on, securing it with a smirk. “Still not allowed to cum. Get onto your hands and knees .”
I pull the plug from Adrian’s ass, then shove the dildo into its place, he shouts out at the invasion “yes mistress , use me , I want it hard”, . I fuck him mercilessly from behind, slapping his ass as he moans like a porn star.
“Ride it, bitch.”
He does. Oh, do his ever.
Eventually, I yank the dildo out and toss it aside, I replace it with the vibrating plug, and ask him to lay back down . I lube up his cock and my tight asshole and slowly lower myself onto his hard cock.
His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open when he realizes that he is going to be fucking me in my ass. “Fuck, Selene…” he moans and I slowly ease down onto his cock. It stretches me and fills me so full.
I ride his cock with my ass, moaning like a pornstar while making him play with my clit. When I’m ready, I flip over on my back, legs in the air.
“Now fuck me. Both holes. Show me how well you can serve.”
He lubes his cock again, pushes it into my ass, and starts finger-fucking my pussy with three—no, four—fingers. He rubs my clit with his other hand and watches as my body starts to lose control.
“Oh yes, baby! Make me squirt!”
He sure does . I scream and squirt all over his hand , and he begs me to allow him to come,” please Goddess let me cum”, I give him the go ahead and he thrust one more time, and I feel his cock explode deep in my ass. He collapses on me, panting, sweaty, sticky, glorious.he rolls off me and lays next to me.
He rolls over on to his side and leans in and kisses me.
“Holy shit, Selene. That was fucking amazing.”
“Mmmhmm.” I smile wickedly.
I get up, grab my purse. “I need a smoke and a drink.”
He follows me to the pool bar, both of us dazed, dripping, and euphoric, I notice he still had the plug on his ass.
We sip drinks, chatting about “Clash of the DOMs.” He offers me the shower, and I take it. When I return, he is outside, naked still, sipping whiskey.
“I’m gonna head out,” I say, pulling on my pants. “Text me when you’re alive again in the morning.”
He comes up to me and kisses me. Deeply.
“Thought you’d spend the night,” he whispers stroking my cheek.
I pause. “I don’t have clothes for tomorrow.”
He looks disappointed, but there’s a gleam in his eyes that says he will find a way to change my mind “how about I take you shopping tomorrow and grab you something, my treat? And maybe we can have dinner and what ever else you can think of ? He asks .
And… I’m not so sure I want to go after all. I tell him that I will stay and I decide to strip and grab Adrian’s shirt and put it on .