Page 37 of Below the Surface
“Easy,” she coos.
Piper places a soft kiss on my cheek before rising from the bed. I close my eyes and remind myself to breathe, wondering what she’s doing. I don’t need to wait long for the answer. Piper lifts my head and places a mask over my eyes.
“Breathe, Cameron.”
I nod dumbly.
Piper’s warm breath caresses my neck. Her mouth descends on mine hungrily before drifting away to nip at my shoulder. A small cry escapes the back of my throat.
“Too much?” she asks.
“No.”
She chuckles, the sound cascading over me, wrapping me in a cloak of anticipation. Her steps echo in the room as she moves further away from the bed. Losing her presence feels like a sudden winter chill. My mind drifts, but I’m snapped back to reality by the sensation of Piper’s warm tongue teasing my core. My hips jerk involuntarily, and Piper presses her weight against me. Her hair softly brushes against my thigh, while her tongue skillfully teases and taunts my clit, coaxing it out of hiding. She hums against me, making me writhe beneath her.
“Patience,” she says. She resumes her exploration, gently pushing and tugging the plug inside me, building up an intense sensation that threatens to make me lose control.
“Tsk. Tsk,” she murmurs. “I didn’t say you could come.”
The sensation of her tongue on my clit coincides with the sensation of the plug sliding out of me. The feeling of loss is suffocating, disappointment spreading through me like a thick fog.
I feel the mattress depress beneath me and spring back as she stands.
“What did you think, Cameron?” Piper asks. “Did you have a secret wish for Mistress Trinity to take you home, where she would instruct you to kneel, deliver a flogging, and then fuck you until you couldn’t help but cry out?”
Heat surges through my core at her words, twisting my stomach into knots. Is Piper about to become Mistress Trinity? What will she demand of me—what do I want her to demand of me? Waves of anxiety and curiosity surge through my nerves, causing my muscles to tense.
“Isn’t that what you thought when you saw me address Kelsey? You wonder if you’ve met Mistress Trinity—if you wantto meet her.”
The unmistakable sweet scent of vanilla and arousal tickles my nose as she kisses me. As her dress delicately brushes against my skin, a shiver runs down my spine, and the roughness of the sequins adds a delightful friction that causes me to squirm in anticipation under her touch. She takes her time exploring my mouth with her tongue, holding my hands against the bed, tightening the surrounding cuffs in her grip. I’m helpless to do anything but submit. My mind falls into a peaceful stillness, surrendering to overwhelming emotions and sensations. Without warning, she pulls away again. Each time she leaves me alone, the lingering silence becomes more unbearable than the last. I can’t form a single thought amid the whirlwind of emotions colliding within me—a profound yearning for Piper grips my heart and squeezes. It’s beyond desire or excitement. It’s love—deep, abiding, desperate love. The need to be filled by her—my heart, body, and soul—hers for the taking.
Tender kisses flutter across my forehead and down my cheeks. A brief touch of Piper’s lips to mine calms me. It’s a promise without words. She discovers my body slowly with her hands and mouth—a sharp bite followed by a tender caress. Hard and soft, pain and pleasure—all of it leading me spiraling toward an ecstasy only Piper can provide. She settles between my legs again, teasing me to the edge of release and stopping. Again. And again. Edging me towards desperation.
“Ask,” she says.
“Please, Piper.”
“That’s not a question, Cameron.”
“Please, I need you inside me.”
“Still not a question.”
I pant.
Piper moves on the bed, and I feel the cold sensation of lube drip down my center.
“So desperate,” Piper says. “Tell me, Cameron. How did it feel being reminded of me all night? Feelingmeinside you—wondering if anyone could tell you were so close to having an orgasm? You were. More than once.”
The sound of Piper’s voice alone has the power to bring me close to orgasm. The layers of restraint, denial, and authority push me closer to the edge. She taps on my hip with a fingertip and directs me to lift. An unfamiliar texture surrounds me, and I realize she’s about to fasten a harness around me. I hear her breathing grow shallow as she plays with me, spreading my wetness and the lube over my center and backward. Her finger slips inside me, pumping in and out a few times before slipping back, teasing my ass, and slipping carefully inside, stretching me gently.
“Breathe,” she whispers. I obey as she slowly fills me up with something new. The sensation is electric and unfamiliar; a small plug slips into my ass, quickly followed by the smooth shaft of a dildo brushing over my clit before sliding inside me. Piper’s lips find mine in a feverish kiss, distracting me from any possible discomfort. As she secures the harness, the toys settle even deeper inside of me, and I let out a low groan of pleasure.
Her hands guide the harness with precision, and I feel the weight of her palm as she secures a dildo to the front of it. I can feel every inch of the toys inside of me. The bed shifts beneath us as she straddles me, her wetness sliding between our bodies as she moans in anticipation. Unable to see her, I can only imagine her fingers exploring her arousal. She pauses her movements and reaches to remove the blindfold from my eyes. As it falls away, I see her gazing down at me with pure lust. She lowers herself onto the thick dong, our eyes locked in an intense stare as her lips part in pleasure.
Her movements are entrancing—graceful and deliberate, rather than desperate. Each time she lowers herself, the dildos inside me slip deeper, stealing the air from my lungs.
I can’t help but lose myself in the pleasure. My fingers grip the chains attached to the cuffs, holding on as if I might slip away into some unknown abyss. My eyes are riveted to her, and the intensity of her gaze coils in my belly. My heart races as Piper’s hips drive down harder and faster, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever witnessed—her feminine power is like a drug, and I’m happily addicted to her.