Page 11 of Flogging Faith
“I get it,” said Bex, and squeezed her hand reassuringly. “All of those things sound good to me. I suppose I was wondering how you’d feel about me using my mouth on you.”
The noise Faith made was unintelligible.
“Is that a yes?”
She nodded very quickly. “Yes, that’s a yes.”
“Okay, so we’ve got clothes on, though touching beneath fabric is all good. Yes to kisses, yes to fingers and hands, and yes to my mouth. Would you like me to fingerfuck you?” Her words were deliberately blunt. Bex had never liked euphemisms.
“Yes.” Her directness was rewarded with a connected look and a slight smile. Faith’s chest was flushing now, as well as her face; the small swell of her breasts turning pink. “And would you like me to touch you?”
“I think I’d prefer that in a bed, besides, you’re going to be strung up on a St. Andrew’s Cross for me. I’m not sure you’ll have free hands. But kisses I’ll take aplenty, if you’re offering?”
Tentatively, Faith inched closer to Bex on the sofa. “I’m offering,” she said.
CHAPTER 7
No one had ever looked at Faith like Bex did. It was electrifying.
The brunette licked her lips, and Faith followed the flick of Bex’s tongue, trying not to imagine how it would feel against her clit, against her nipples.
“You’re staring at my lips, Faith,” said Bex, her voice a rumble of desire.
“That’s because I’m waiting for you to kiss me.” Faith had thought that she’d made her intentions very clear, but apparently Bex needed some guidance. “If you’d like, I’m happy to take the lead?”
“Oh no you don’t, you cheeky thing you,” said Bex, and she pulled Faith to her in a way that had Faith all melty in her arms.
Bex’s head bent and, closing her eyes, Faith gave herself over to the kiss. It was gentle, not too overwhelming, but there was an intensity to it that had her wriggle in place and sigh her pleasure into Bex’s mouth.
She ran her hand up and caught her fingers in Bex’s long hair she’d left down for the evening. The strands felt like silk against her skin.
When Bex pulled back, the two of them paused for a moment, breathing decidedly more heavily than they had a few moments earlier.
“Good kiss?” Faith asked, just checking.
“Fucking great kiss,” said Bex, and leaned forward to kiss Faith again.
Faith decided that she was quite alright doing nothing but kissing Bex for the rest of her life. Teeth nipped at her lower lip, and then Bex alternated between nibbling and sucking on it. It felt like a hickey for the mouth and Faith had never experienced anything like it.
“More of that,” she said, pressing her fingers to where her lip throbbed. “That was awesome, I want more of that.”
“Your wish is my command,” said Bex, and then rolled her eyes at the words. “I seriously don’t know what you do to me, Faith. I promise I’m not usually this cheesy.”
Faith didn’t mind it though. It was kind of nice to have someone go all gooey and soft over her kisses. She liked that. “Should we have a look at the private playrooms?” she asked.
“Good call. Come on you.” Bex jumped up and held out a hand to Faith.
She took it, liking the firmness of Bex’s grip, and followed as Bex headed over to a man wearing black slacks and a black shirt. There was a gold band around his biceps. According to the information Bex had read about the Dungeon, the uniform identified the man as a Dungeon Monitor.
“Hey, how do we book one of the private playrooms?”
“Usually people book in advance, but I can have a look through the set ups and see if there are any free for you?” offered the DM.
“Yes please,” they said simultaneously.
“One with a St. Andrew’s Cross,” added Faith breathlessly. “If possible.”
He met her eyes and smiled at her enthusiasm. “I’m sure we can manage something.” He typed a couple of things out on a tablet, scanned through and nodded. “Yup, room four is available. You should both be okay, height-wise, but if you need any extenders, there should be some in the armoire. There are various implements in there as well. Simply return whatever you use in the basket beside the cabinet unless you want to add it to your personal collection. In that case, inform a service submissive. They will clean the implement and return it to your suite.” He pointed to where a young man dressed in black pants and a lilac shirt was stacking some folded towels into one of the many armoires spread throughout the Dungeon.