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Elain was a nervous wreck. She hesitated to open the door to the building and wanted to turn around and run as far as possible. She started getting cold feet the moment she put on her dress at home. Looking at herself in her full body mirror, a thought came to mind, “This was a mistake.” She called Nuala to tell her she wasn’t coming and to cancel her reservation, but Nuala told her she would not only lose the $1,000 she paid to join the club and that month’s $100 subscription fee, but would also need to pay a $500 penalty for cancelling an event the day of. Elain swore to herself then. While she was not poor, $1,600 was by no means something she could just write off easily. So she resigned herself to go through with it, cursing the day she let her friends, Nuala and Cerridwen, convince her to join the exclusive Club they ran in Velaris’ entertainment district.

When the twins first brought up the club, Elain was in a really dark place. She had just caught her boyfriend, Greysen, cheating on her, and when she confronted him, he said she was just too boring in bed and he needed more excitement. As if he was all that to begin with. He was a selfish lover, and Elain never experienced an orgasm with him. She would have liked to try adventurous things, but he always made fun of her for even suggesting it. He never went down on her, never switched up positions from the usual missionary he liked because he said he could control his movements better that way and not come fast. It never worked; he always came without letting her reach her peak. In essence, she was not the boring one; he was. Her friends wanted to cheer her up and told her about the club, but Elain dismissed them, saying she wasn’t ready. She felt she was not in the right mindset to venture into new territory so fast after a breakup. However, after almost 6 months of cajoling and enticing her to try it, Elain caved and signed up for the club. The place had a waiting list that could have you waiting months for a spot to open. The club was “by invitation only.” It could not be found on Google searches, and didn’t have a website. It all sounded very clandestine, and Elain wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to be involved in something illegal. When she mentioned it to her friends, they laughed so hard wine came out of their nostrils. They said the club was not illegal, and there were no “services” offered except helping match strangers to act out their deepest and darkest hearts’ desires. The name of the Club was “Hearts’ Desire” for a reason, said Nuala.

When they explained how it worked, it was so daunting, she said she didn’t want to go through with it. However, Cerridwen told her something that resonated with her:

“What if you never find out what your deepest desire is? What if you live your life never finding out the things you like, the stuff that makes your heart race, and makes you feel alive?  The club gives you the chance to test your limits, to understand what you really want, and to open yourself up to new possibilities”.

Elain had been raised by a very strict and conservative mother, who never let her do anything unless her older sister Nesta was there to chaperone. Elain was not allowed to have a boyfriend or bring anyone home. She could not go to parties, because it was not “proper lady behavior”. Elain still found a way to sneak out and experiment with boys from school or her neighborhood, but it never got past second base until her last year of high school. She had only had sex with 2 boys by the end of her senior year, and it was all rushed little trysts behind the football field bleachers. Her mother insisted on Elain “saving herself for marriage” and even went as far as to make a marriage pact with the Vanserra family, promising Elain would marry Lucien, their seventh son. That was ridiculous, of course, arranged marriages were not a thing in the 21^st century. That did not stop the Vanserras from assuming it was a done deal, and she would find herself on forced dates with Lucien, who seemed much less interested than her. That’s why when she started dating and eventually became engaged to Greysen, her mother and the Vanserras had a fallout. Her mother was livid and didn’t speak to Elain for months, but then her mother got sick. The illness took her fast, without much time to prepare. Their father passed away soon after from grief. Ever since, Elain felt tremendous guilt for not giving her mother what she wanted, which is why she agreed to date Lucien 3 months after her breakup with Greysen. It had not gone well, and they dated for less than 2 months. They were wholly incompatible. Although he was the nicest guy, they had absolutely nothing in common, and he seemed just as uncomfortable with the arrangement as her. They silently drifted to different circles, not addressing the elephant in the room, which was that they were never going to marry, but neither was ready to say it out loud, especially to his very traditional parents.  

The main reason Elain finally relented and signed up for the club is that she wanted to prove to herself that she could make decisions for herself, without guilt. She didn’t owe her mother anything except love and gratitude. She needed to work up the courage to remember who she wanted to be, who she was without Greysen, and without the expectations of others. So she filled out all the paperwork, took all the required health tests proving she was clean, and completed the “preference, interests, and values” and the “deep and dark desires” questionnaires. The latter went into a lot of detail as to what she liked or didn’t like in bed, what she was willing or not willing to try. It was more than 100 questions, and because she had so little experience, she had to ask Nuala and Cerridwen what many of the things mentioned entailed. Some of them sounded really intriguing and hot, many others scary but still interesting, while others were absolutely no-go zones for her. The last question was the one Elain spent the most time on. It asked to describe a recurring fantasy or fantasies in detail. She had thought about it over several days, and when she finally wrote it, she thought it was ridiculous and almost whited out the whole thing, but Cerr read it, and with a mischievous grin, told Elain it was perfect. After she submitted the questionnaire, she was prepared to wait months, but less than a week later, Nuala called to tell her a spot had opened, and a stranger was matched up with her. Elain almost fell off the chair. The stranger had apparently chosen her over 100 other members because of her answers to the compatibility questions and the recurring fantasy she described in detail on her questionnaire. She was supposed to review the stranger's profile and had to decide within a day whether she wanted to match up with him or not. This club was essentially Tinder on steroids, except no awkward, “what’s up, do you want to hook up?” texts. She thanked God for small mercies; she really disliked dating apps. So she proceeded to review the stranger's profile and questionnaire answers. She liked what she read on the compatibility questions. He liked spending time outdoors (check), he enjoys quiet dinners with friends and family (check), he enjoyed traveling to new places with beautiful views (check), and although he said he likes working out, he enjoys sweet treats whenever he has a chance (check). She hated health nuts who restricted their food to kale and steak. If she was going to spend time with someone, they had better like real food! Then she looked at his “Deep and Dark Desires” questionnaire answers. Holy Mother of God, he was pretty much into everything, but when she got to his answer for the “recurring fantasy,” Elain forgot to breathe. His fantasy was almost a carbon copy of hers. This is fate, thought Elain. This is just too much of a coincidence, and without a second thought, she replied to Nuala that she accepted the stranger’s match. Her “event” was scheduled for the following Saturday night.

She was now standing at the door of the club in her new cobalt blue strapless babydoll dress and silver high-heeled sandals. Her golden brown hair was unbound with cascading curls down her back, almost to her waist. Elain never had to wear much make-up, having been blessed with nearly flawless alabaster skin, so she only wore mascara and lip gloss. She was wearing a masquerade mask, covering most of her face from the nose up anyway. The club required anonymity to maintain its exclusivity and secrecy. Her heart was racing when she opened the door and stepped inside. From the outside, it looked like a nondescript residential condo with over 14 floors and a reception area with a plainly dressed receptionist and a security guard. No one would think this was a club. When the receptionist greeted her and asked for her code name and password, she felt like a spy going on an undercover mission. She had received the instructions via email earlier that day, explaining the procedures to follow, her code name (Jasmine), and password (Funtimes2025). She laughed at the password, because it was something Cerridwen or Nuala would come up with. Once the receptionist confirmed her information, she was given a bracelet that contained a little barcode, and she was escorted to the elevator doors behind the reception area. She was supposed to swipe her bracelet on the keypad inside the elevator, which would take her to the room she was assigned for the experience. She was so nervous, she felt lightheaded. What if her partner was already in the room? Were they supposed to make small talk? The email instructions just explained that she needed to arrive at her room, and further instructions would be there for her to follow. When the elevator doors opened, she found herself stepping into what looked like a large studio apartment, furnished in a minimalist modern style. There was a dining table in front of a wide window overlooking the Cidra River. She was on the 12^th floor, and the view was spectacular, but she felt very self-conscious seeing that there were no curtains. Although there were no buildings in front of it, it felt “exposed”. He was not here yet, apparently. Good, she needed to calm down, read the instructions, and relax a bit. She walked to the table, where she found a huge serving tray on top of it, and the instructions were on the velvety soft doily covering the giant serving dish. She picked up the instructions and started reading them. Her eyes widened. This was her deepest, darkest desire coming to life, exactly how she wrote it in the questionnaire. She was to lie down on the serving dish after taking her panties off, opening her legs, and placing them on the small foot holders at the edge of the tray. She was the meal tonight.

Elain sat down on the chair before working up the courage to do as the instructions required. She felt very vulnerable; she was putting herself in the hands of a stranger. How could she have agreed to do this? What if he were a creep? What if he took advantage and did something she didn’t like, or worse, hurt her? On the kitchen counter next to the dining room, there was a basket with drinks of all kinds, alcoholic and non-alcoholic. She took one of the two glasses from the counter and proceeded to serve herself a generous glass of Whiskey neat, downing it in a matter of seconds. She needed liquid courage for this. She went back to the table, and as she was starting to take her panties off, the stranger stepped off the elevator. She froze as soon as she heard it, but didn’t turn around to look at him. It felt like an eternity before he reached her and stood behind her. A midnight voice spoke near her right ear:

“You were supposed to be lying down on the serving dish, waiting and ready for me. I am hungry.”

Elain’s heart was beating so fast, she thought she might pass out, but his voice caused goosebumps to break out all over her skin. Elain stammered.

“I’m sorry, I have never done this. I am very nervous.”

“Please turn around to face me. May I touch your waist?” A question that took Elain by surprise, since he could practically do anything to her here, and she would have no legal recourse. It was in the fine print that the only legal action that could be taken against club members was bodily harm, not previously agreed to during the sign-up process and subsequent arrangements with a partner. Elain nodded her agreement and turned around. He gently put his hands on her waist and easily lifted her to sit her at the edge of the table, so she could look at him for the first time. He was dressed in a fine black tuxedo with a cobalt blue bow tie and pocket square. She smiled to herself, thinking they were matching outfits. He wore a masquerade mask that covered the top half of his face; his hair was jet black and neatly combed, but one unruly curl was falling on his forehead. She was, however, mesmerized by his eyes. They were the most beautiful hazel green eyes with hues of yellow/gold she had ever seen. His plump lips were upturned in an amused expression, as he too was looking intently at her. He was at least 6’4, and his hands covered almost her entire waist. She felt like a little thing next to him. He interrupted her blatant staring by asking:

“Do you want to talk about the rules now, or do you need more liquid courage?” Was he reading her mind?

“More liquid courage would be great, please.” He proceeded to fill up her glass and his with more Whiskey. He was graceful in the way he moved and talked, and although half his face was covered, she could glean he was extremely handsome. He was now staring at her, drinking in not just the whiskey but her, from head to toe. She blushed, and he smirked.

“Is this your first time at the club? Or the first time at everything?”

Elain blushed an even deeper red and shook her head, and quickly blurted.

“My first time at the club… not at sex!”

He chuckled, and she felt mortified.

“Ok, we can take things slow if you don’t want me to dive right in. Let’s talk about the rules, and then you can tell me if you still want to do this.”

“Ok.”

“First, I will only touch the parts of your body you allow me to touch as part of this fantasy, unless you give me express consent to do so, I won’t touch you. I like to work up to it by kissing or licking your neck, maybe biting it. I want to touch, kiss, gently bite, and lick your breasts. I will be touching your legs, your ass, your thighs, inner thighs, and ultimately your sex. I will be thoroughly devouring every inch of your pussy with my tongue, my lips, and will only gently nip at your clit. Is that ok?”

Elain was dying, imagining him doing those things to her was making her core melt. So she could only nod while biting her lip.

“I need your words, Jasmine.”

“My name is not Jasmine.” Elain blurted out without thinking, forgetting that this was her code name, the name she was supposed to be using in here. He just smirked.

“My name is not Shadowsinger either. So please tell me, do I have your consent to do everything I just said I would do?”

“Sorry. I am not very good at this. Yes, I consent to all of it.” She was trembling with both nervousness and anticipation.

“You are doing perfectly fine. Now, for the second rule, and this is very important to me. If you want to pause at any point, I want you to say the word “Pause”. You don’t have to do or let me do anything you are not comfortable with. If you want to stop this fantasy altogether, you just need to say “Stop”. I will ask periodically how you feel. If you want to keep going, just say “Ok”. How do you feel right now?”

Elain hesitated. He looked at her expectantly. She just stared into his eyes and saw honesty and warmth. He seemed so gentle and trustworthy that Elain heard herself saying:

“Ok.”

“Good girl. For the third and final rule. No falling in love. We are going to share intimacy that is typically reserved for people in a relationship, but we need to be clear that this is a purely physical arrangement, and we need to steer clear of feelings. Understood?”

“Yes. No falling in love. Amen to that. Love only brings trouble.” They smiled at each other.

“Now tell me your rules.”

“I….I’m not sure.” She bit her lip, looking at her shoes.

“Let’s start with the things you want to do and those you don’t want to do.”

“I am ok with you kissing my neck and breasts, and obviously… other parts. I do not want to kiss on the mouth because it just feels too personal. It's something I want to reserve for someone I know and care deeply for. Is that ok?”

“I agree. No kissing on the mouth, unless you ask for it. But you are missing out. I’m a great kisser.” He lifted an eyebrow and waited for her to continue.

“If I am going to be semi-naked, I’d like for you to be at least semi-naked too. Can you take your jacket and shirt off?” She asked shippishly, biting her lower lip again. Elain was an abs and pecs girl.

“Ok, I can do that. Anything else?”

“No… well. I have never had anyone go down on me before. I am unsure of what I’m supposed to do, while you are…”

He muttered a curse under his breath, and Elain felt embarrassed.

“I know you probably have had more experienced lovers… sorry you got partnered with a newbie.”

“There is nothing to apologize for, sweet Jasmine. I just cannot believe anyone would pass up the chance to taste you. You are gorgeous, and you smell like heaven. I can’t wait to eat you and make you come on my tongue.”

Elain blushed and felt a rush of heat between her thighs. She really liked this stranger and his dirty, beautiful mouth.

“Now that we have our rules of engagement. Do you still want to do this?”

“Yes.” She looked up at him with her big brown doe eyes. Offer and permission.

He lifted her from the waist and set her feet back down to the floor, and kneeling in front of her, he began caressing her calves, slowly bringing his hands up to the back of her thighs and then her ass. He palmed her ass cheeks and let out a satisfied groan. She was looking at him while he was doing this, completely enthralled by this handsome stranger, his haunting eyes, and his divine hands. He was staring at her face while his hands were caressing and fondling her ass. His hands then moved to the side of her hips, and he started pulling down Elain’s panties, while still caressing her legs and groin, not quite touching her where she needed him. He made her step out of them. When Elain saw the wet spot on her panties, she felt utterly embarrassed. He had barely touched her, and she was already soaked. He took her panties and put them in the back pocket of his tuxedo pants.

“You are already wet for me. Perfect. I am going to place you on top of the tray on the table. I want you to lie down and relax completely. Can you do that for me, Jasmine?”

“Yes.”

He then lifted her in his arms by placing an arm on the back of her knees and the other on her upper back, and gently laid her down on the large dish. He proceeded to remove his jacket, bow tie, and shirt, placing them on the back of a chair. Elain swallowed thickly. He had a gorgeous, muscled chest covered in intricate tattoo patterns, and very well-defined abs. Elain’s mouth watered. She wanted to touch him, so she uttered:

“I forgot to ask. Am I allowed to touch you? Is there any part of you that you prefer I don’t touch?”

“You can touch me anywhere you like, no restrictions.” He winked at her, and Elain was in a puddle.

He dragged her towards the edge of the table with her legs dangling over it. He brought a chair in so she could place her feet there for comfort, while he leaned over her to press kisses on her neck, and he inhaled deeply in the space behind her ear. Elain started touching his chest, tracing the dark ink patterns on his pecs and abs. Gosh, he was perfect, and he was igniting every single nerve in her body as he trailed more kisses down her neck to the hollow of her throat. His hands were caressing her arms, shoulders, and then moved to the edge of her dress neckline, hooking the index finger of each hand on the fabric to push it down. She kept tracing his tattoos down his biceps and arms. Elain was glad she decided against putting on a strapless bra, because once he brought down the neckline of her dress, her breasts were exposed to him without restriction. He groaned as he palmed each breast and rubbed the nipples with the pad of his thumbs. When his mouth left her neck to cover the tip of her breast, Elain let out a moan and moved her hands to caress the back of his neck, tugging gently at the curls there. She loved having her breasts fondled and licked, and she probably could come just from that alone.

Shadowsinger seemed to be enjoying himself as well, as Elain could see his cock pushing at the fabric of his pants.  He looked huge. A thought occurred to Elain. The fantasy did not involve intercourse or felatio. How was he getting his release? And because Elain always felt guilty about receiving without giving, she had to ask.

“Shadowsinger, how can you enjoy your time with me if we can’t… You know, have actual sex today?”

“What makes you think that I don’t enjoy what I’m doing right now? I don’t need to come to enjoy myself. I just want to eat your sweet cunt and make you scream in pleasure. That is my fantasy and reward.”

Elain simply nodded, but she wasn’t convinced. She had never been with a man who enjoyed giving pleasure without expecting something in return. Greysen never went down on her but always expected her to give him head whenever they could not have sex or she was on her period.

Her partner continued his attentions on her breasts, and it was delightful. His hands were everywhere, caressing the sides of her torso, her thighs, and her smooth legs. He grabbed the hem of her dress and started pulling it up until her bottom was completely exposed. He paused to check in:

“How do you feel. Do you want me to keep going?”

“Ok. Yes, please keep going!” Elain panted.

“So needy.” He chuckled against her chest. He started moving down towards her core, while gently rubbing her outer thighs in lazy little circles, gently pressing and massaging her groin with his thumbs. Elain whimpered at the sensation. He moved the chair holding Elain’s feet to get himself between her legs. He took her foot in his hands and unclasped her sandal, letting it fall to the floor, and then kissed the inside of her arched foot, trailing kisses to her ankle and calf. Then repeated the same with the other foot. It was so erotic, Elain felt her core dripping.  He then grabbed an ankle in each hand, placing her feet at the edge of the table, and pulled her knees apart, giving him a full view of her core. He stood there with a look of hunger and awe that made Elain shiver with anticipation. With a horse voice, he explained:

“I am going to touch you with my hands and fingers first. Are you ok with me penetrating you with my fingers?”

Elain wasn’t expecting that. It wasn’t part of the initial fantasy to be penetrated, but seeing how well he used his hands, she needed to know what it would feel like to have his fingers inside her. She wanted him to fill her, but she was still too shy to speak her needs out loud.

“Yes, ok.”

He groaned with relief and need as he leaned over her to press more kisses on her throat, her chest, and her breasts. He started flicking his tongue over her nipple, while his hand parted her lower lips and slid a finger over her center. Elain moaned loudly.

“You are soaked. I am going to drink every little bit of that in a minute.”

Elain was positively burning. She ached to be filled. She needed him to give her release, so she whimpered when he plunged his index finger inside her. He started gently pumping it in and out while rubbing the spot below her pelvic bone. Elain felt her orgasm building and clenched on his finger. Shadowsinger kept his pace and inserted a second finger, and then a third.

“Fuck, you are so tight and warm.”

Elain was seeing stars already and started moving her hips. All the while, he was lightly biting her nipples and licking the hurt, giving her the extra stimulation she needed. She had never felt this way with anyone. He kept nipping, flicking her nipple with his tongue, and licking it again and again, while his three fingers were making her desperate. He curled them inside her, reaching a spot that caused her to shatter. Her orgasm came furiously, pulsating around his fingers.

“Yes, that’s it, sweetheart, let it out. You look so beautiful coming for me.”

Elain liked the praise, and every wave of her orgasm was more intense than the one before. He kept his fingers pumping until she came down from her high. He removed his fingers from her core, bringing them to his lips and sucked them clean. Elain shivered. How was it possible to be aroused again so fast?

“How do you feel, Jasmine?”

“That was… amazing… I feel like a feather.” He chuckled at that.

“I have never had an orgasm with a partner before. Only when I touch myself,” She didn’t know why she was confessing all of this to him, but it felt right somehow. He shook his head in disbelief.

“A selfish partner can take all the enjoyment out of sex and make you apathetic to it. I’m sorry your previous partners didn’t care about your pleasure. I, on the other hand, love giving pleasure, so I hope you are ready to take everything I plan to give you. Are you ready for me to go down on you, Jasmine?”

Elain bit her lip. She was more than ready. She needed those luscious lips on her now that she knew how good he could make her feel.

“Yes, please. I want you to eat me. It’s been my fantasy to have someone go down on me for the longest time.” She felt herself becoming more confident and free with this stranger.

“Your wishes are my command. I am going to put your legs over my shoulders, and I want you to relax. Let me do my thing and try to stay as still as you can. You can touch my hair and pull it if you like.”

He then pulled the chair towards him and closer to the table as if he was getting ready to eat a meal, because he was. He took each leg and draped it over his broad shoulders. His face was now directly in front of her core. She could feel his breath on her center.

Pressing kisses on the inside of her right knee, her thigh, and the juncture between her pelvis and leg, he groaned when he buried his nose in her wet core. Elain gasped when he did that and bucked a bit, but he pressed his hand firmly on her abdomen to keep her still. He was thoroughly enjoying this. He did the same with the other knee and leg. When he finally licked her center in one slow sweep, she gasped.

“I knew you would taste this sweet.” He gave her another lick and dipped his tongue inside her cunt. Elain let out a loud “oh, yes!” and he chuckled, “yes, sweetheart, give me all those little sounds, I want to hear you scream. No one is around to hear you but me, and I’m devouring your beautiful pussy until you cannot stand it anymore.”

He pressed another kiss on her lower lips and licked her groin. Shadowsinger then swirled his tongue over her clit, eliciting more loud moans from Elain, who was struggling to stay still. He licked and nipped and sucked on her clit until she was panting loudly and was grabbing his hair with both hands to keep him where she wanted him. He licked the slick that was pooling on her entrance, letting out a groan of pleasure.

“Jasmine, I love your sweet smell; it is intoxicating. I am so glad I got you as a partner.” He licked her again, concentrating some more on her clit. He could feel she was close, so he slowed his pace, as if he wanted to prolong her pleasure or perhaps make her come harder by denying her just for a bit. Elain began to pant and whine at the same time; she needed to come, now!. His technique of bringing her to the brink and then slowing the pace worked because she was about to explode if he did not make her come soon. She started babbling incoherent words, and her eyes closed. He stilled and looked up at her.

“Sweet Jasmine, I want to see your face and your eyes. Please look at me as I eat you thoroughly. I want to hear every moan and see the expressions on your face. This is my only reward, seeing you completely undone by the pleasure I am giving you.”

Elain lifted herself a bit on her elbows, with eyes glassy with desire. “Yes, Ok.”

He kept his eyes on hers as he continued licking and sucking her clit. He penetrated her with three fingers again, rubbing her G Spot and slowly moving them in and out of her. She was unable to keep still and moved her hips in time with every pump and lick to her clit. The pleasure was so intense, she did not know who she was or where she was. All she could see and think about was him, between her legs, making her deepest dark heart’s desire come true. To be eaten with such delight, as if he were a starved man. She was the meal, and he was devouring her. Elain’s orgasm exploded out of her so powerfully that she blacked out for a few seconds. She came to with him still gently licking her and with his fingers inside her, thrusting while her inner walls contracted around them. He didn’t let up, and she felt overstimulated, so she tried to pull away from him, but he kept her pinned down to the table. She yelped a bit and remembered she could ask to stop or pause. So she said “Pause”.

He pulled his mouth away but kept his fingers inside her.

“Sweet Jasmine, do you want me to pause because you don’t think I can give you another orgasm? Because I know I can.”

“I don’t know, it feels like it is too much.”

“Do you trust me? I know I can make you come hard one more time. No pressure.”

Elain thought about it, and she had never felt so satisfied in her life, so she decided to let him do it. His fingers were already starting to feel good again.

“Ok, I trust you. Please continue.”

He resumed his ministrations, moving the hand that was pressing on her abdomen to her breast, covering it with his palm, and rubbing the nipple with his thumb. The extra stimulation of her breasts made her start to feel her core tighten again. This man was ruining her forever. Running her fingers through his silky hair, she grabbed a handful of it in each hand, gently pulling the locks and bringing him closer to her core. She didn’t know pleasure like this existed, and she doubted anyone could ever match him. He licked and sucked slowly and gently, as if she were a delicious ice cream he was thoroughly enjoying, because he was. Another orgasm that felt like multiple hit her like lightning. She collapsed, boneless, on top of the table when he finally pulled his lips and tongue off her and slowly removed his fingers from her core. He had a satisfied grin on his face when she finally opened her eyes.

“Are you doing ok?”

“More than ok. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such pleasure in my life.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a sweeter cunt than yours.”

Elain blushed, not from embarrassment but from being complimented on something so intimate. Such a dirty mouth. She didn’t know she would like that, but she found it extremely arousing.

He got up from the chair and leaned over her, putting his strong arms next to hers and looking straight into her eyes. With one hand, he gently caressed her arm and shoulder, and lay his palm on the side of her neck, rubbing the hollow of her throat with his thumb.

“Do you want me to get you something to drink, sweet Jasmine?”

She shook her head, unable to utter a word in her blissed-out state.

“Do you think you can walk to the bathroom? I want to take care of you and clean you. But you first need to pee.”

Elain could not believe how considerate this stranger was. Greysen never thought about aftercare for her.

“I think I can walk.” She got up on the table and swung her legs to the edge, but as soon as her feet touched the floor, her knees gave out. He caught her by the waist.

“Looks like I will have to carry you. Hold tight.” And just like that, she was in his arms, being carried like a babe to the bathroom with her arms around his neck. If she weren’t completely out of it, she would find it very erotic.

He set her down on the toilet and urged her to pee. She did so without an ounce of embarrassment, since his lips had just been in her most intimate part anyway. When she finished peeing and wiping, he asked her to stand and put one foot on the edge of the bathtub. Using a towel wet with warm water, he kneeled before her and gently wiped her core to clean her thoroughly. He pressed a final kiss on her inner thigh. Who was this man? Elain thought she would never in a million years get another sexual partner like him. How lucky was she to be paired with him? She would have to thank her friends for convincing her to come in the first place.

He helped her put her panties back on, and then they returned to the dining table. This was the part she was dreading the most. They could decide whether they wanted to continue being each other’s partners and meet up regularly or go their separate ways, no strings attached. Shadowsinger sat her down on the edge of the table again, and he sat in front of her on the chair. He was so tall that they were almost at eye level, with her only slightly higher. He pulled himself towards her and placed both hands on either side of her thighs, leaning closer.

“Now, we don’t have to do anything else, but I have a request if you are willing.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I would like to sit with you draped over my lap and cuddle for a bit before we go. Would you like that?”

Elain’s heart leaped. Greysen never wanted to cuddle after sex, and here was a stranger asking for something so simple and intimate. She didn’t have it in her to deny him, because she also needed the human contact. Perhaps he also felt as lonely as she did.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

He wrapped her in his arms in a hug. She reciprocated by wrapping her arms around his waist. Shadowsinger picked her up again and walked with her in his arms to the couch, where he sat down with her across his lap.

“So, I enjoyed myself thoroughly tonight. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, very much so… thanks to you.” She said shyly, looking at her lap. Shadowsinger took her chin in his hand and lifted her face to look at him.

“Would you like to meet me again? Experience more things together?”

Elain bit her lip and nodded.

“Jasmine, I want to hear you say it. And please do not bite your lip again, it makes me want to put my own teeth there. That would make me break the no-mouth kisses rule.”

“Yes, I’d like to meet with you again and explore other things together.” She fought the urge to bite her lip.

“Ok. Do you want to remain anonymous?”

Elain thought about it. Her life was chaotic at the moment. She still had the Vanserras thing hanging over her head, and although she was over Greysen, her breakup with him was messy, and she did not need to bring a third person into that chaos.

“I’d like to remain anonymous for now. My life is complicated.”

“Ok, that is not a problem. It just means we will need to communicate through the Club’s relay messaging system instead of texting each other to set up our meet-ups.”

“Ok.”

She put her head on the crook of his neck and just relaxed in his arms. They stayed quiet, cuddling on the couch for a while before he spoke again.

“It is important to me that you feel comfortable with me as your sexual partner. Cuddling together like this builds intimacy and creates trust in our vulnerability. I need you to trust me for us to do more adventurous things together. Does that make sense, sweet Jasmine?” Elain was so content listening to him speak while inhaling his intoxicating scent that she didn’t register his question at first. His hands were gently caressing her arm and leg. He was so warm, and his skin felt so good beneath her palm. She was almost falling asleep, so he gently nudged her.

“Oh… yes, it makes sense.”

“Are you tired? We have this room until early tomorrow morning. Again, we do not have to do anything else. Do you want to cuddle and fall asleep with me in bed?”

Elain was blissfully tired, and this stranger smelled so good and felt so warm…

“Yes, I would love that, but, number one, I do not have my comfy pajamas, and number two, sleeping with a masquerade mask is a bit uncomfortable, don’t you think?” He chuckled.

“Fair point. Maybe when you work up the courage to not be anonymous with me, we will have a sleepover sometime. After all, we are going to get to know each other’s bodies really well.”

Elain blushed from head to toe. They stayed silent for a while, cuddling on the couch. Elain needed to get home and sleep, so she reluctantly sat up on his lap and said she needed to go.

He lifted her off his lap and set her on the floor. When he got up from the couch, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and, grabbing her hand, walked her to the elevator doors. The rules stated they could not leave the building together if they intended to remain anonymous. He had to stay behind and wait at least 10 minutes before exiting the room himself.

When the elevator arrived, Elain almost hesitated getting in, as if she was regretting staying anonymous with him and leaving, but she ultimately stepped into it and locked eyes with him.

“Good night, beautiful,” he said in a wistful tone.

“Good night, handsome,” she said with a smile.

The elevator doors closed, and Elain found herself sighing. She exited the elevator and gave the bracelet back to the receptionist, who gave her instructions for completing the post-event survey and next steps if she desired to continue meeting with her anonymous partner. Elain walked out of the building happy and satisfied, with the hope that she would see the handsome stranger again in the near future.

MOODBOARDS for this Chapter:

Elain's Look

Shadowsinger's Look

Hearts' Desire Club and Experience Room

Chapter Text

Azriel stayed in the experience room until dawn. He had nothing to get home for anyway. His apartment in downtown Velaris sat empty most days. He was a supreme workaholic and had practically an inexistent social life. Aside from going to dinner or bars with his adoptive brothers and the occasional happy hour with co-workers at Rita’s, he was pretty much a loner. He never went on dates with the multitude of women his brothers, Cassian and Rhys, would try to set him up with. The one time he was set up on a blind date with one of Cassian’s “Friends”, it was a disaster. She was a smoker and was loud and obnoxious. The only woman he was ever interested in wasn’t really into him, and he spent almost 16 years of his 33-year life span pining after her. Mor let him know in every way possible that it was never going to happen, and maybe he just held on because he was afraid of intimacy anyway. He didn’t believe anyone would want to be with someone so mentally fucked up as him. He had had multiple lovers, mostly one-night stands and the occasional fuck-buddy relationships, but nothing lasted more than a few months. None of those women remained friends and are not in his life now, including the one woman he had a Dom/sub relationship with. The last person he slept with had been more than 6 months ago. Azriel was tired of the emptiness of it all. He just didn’t know how to connect emotionally without letting people in on his darkness.

After “Jasmine” left the building, he stayed on the couch thinking of her. She was exactly what he wanted when he first thought about joining the club. Sweet, eager to learn and play, endearingly funny, and drop-dead gorgeous. His co-workers, Nuala and Cerridwen, had told him about the club several months ago, but he always turned the idea down. The twins may be the only people who knew enough about him to understand his standoffishness and inability to form close emotional bonds. His therapist referred to it as “avoidant attachment style” in his typical psychology jargon. It just meant that he would not allow people in for fear of intimacy and would often self-sabotage by doing things that pushed people away on purpose. It was a result of his childhood trauma at the hands of abusive parents. He had a hard time in foster care after social services took him from his stepmother and father. His parents were reported by well-meaning neighbors for keeping him locked in a dark room with little interaction with anyone. It had taken him multiple therapy sessions to even tell his therapist what he went through.

While lying on the couch, he thought of how Nuala had convinced him that doing this experience would help him overcome his fear of intimacy without the pressure and strings attached to a normal relationship. He discussed it with his therapist, and although he thought it was unconventional, he agreed that Azriel should at least give it a try. So he applied for the club. That was several months back. Every profile sent to him did not entice him. Something always rubbed him the wrong way. They checked all the wrong boxes and none of the right ones. The twins stopped sending him profiles after a while because they already knew what he was looking for and what he didn’t want. They told him they would only send him matches that fit exactly what he wanted, but that it would take time. Several months passed until Cerridwen called him a week ago and forwarded Jasmine’s profile to him. She checked every single one of the right boxes and none of the wrong boxes. Then he read her free-form entry for the recurring fantasy, and it was lust at first sight. She described exactly what he wanted to do in his own fantasy. He enjoyed oral sex tremendously. There was something special about going down on a woman, tasting their pleasure, and seeing them come apart on his tongue that was deeply erotic and satisfying to him. Jasmine wanted to be devoured as if she were his meal. A match made in heaven. He immediately called Cerridwen back and told her he wanted to meet Jasmine. He was extremely pleased to hear back from Cerridwen the next day, telling him that Jasmine had accepted the match. Since the profiles didn’t include pictures, his imagination ran wild. He had a type, but wasn’t picky when it came to looks; he was just hoping she did not look like a troll. He laughed to himself. He really didn’t know what to expect.

When he first walked into the experience room, she was standing by the dining table, facing away from him. He looked her up and down; her long, unbound hair was gilded by the dining room lights, making her glow like the sun at dawn. She was wearing a cobalt blue dress that matched his bow tie and pocket square. The dress was sinfully short, and he could see her shapely, smooth legs, promising soft, thick thighs and a plump ass. He saw her stiffen, indicating she was scared or tense. He walked to her and stood behind her. He tried to ease the tension by speaking into her ear, reminding her she was here to have fun and make her fantasies come true. Then she turned around to look at him, and Azriel had to suppress the urge to groan at the sight of her face. Although it was half covered with the stupid masquerade mask, he could see she was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her butterfly-shaped lips looked so plump and kissable, he fought the urge to trace them with his thumb. And her eyes, Gods, her eyes were pools of milk chocolate, sparkling and full of wonder, lined with long upper lashes that she clearly knew how to use to get what she wanted. That’s it, he decided right then and there, he would give her everything he had tonight.

She was everything he hoped for and more. Eager to learn and please, responsive, playful, and so soft beneath his hands. He felt truly lucky to be matched with her. He almost came in his pants at the sight and feel of her first orgasm on his hands. She tasted sweet, and her smell was wholly intoxicating, so when she came a second time on his tongue, it was like a religious experience to Azriel. This woman was sent by divine intervention to save him from his dull life. Thus, when she agreed to cuddle with him and to continue as his partner, he was extremely pleased. He wanted to show her all of the things he knew she would enjoy. He could not wait to continue eating that sweet cunt of hers and making her come. He needed to know what sounds she would make as he entered her and how she might feel on his cock. Based on how soft, warm, and tight she was on his fingers, he knew it was going to be hard not to come immediately upon entering her. He had this mental image of her beautiful pussy filled to the brim with his come, and he immediately became rock hard. He fisted his cock, thinking of Jasmine, imagining her screaming his name as he spilled deep inside her. Fuck! She was perfect. He made a mess of himself and had to go to the bathroom to clean it all. He went to bed after that and was able to sleep for at least 4 hours. He got up an hour before dawn, got dressed, and went downstairs to the reception. He gave his bracelet to the receptionist, and she reminded him of the post-experience survey, so he could get instructions on how to proceed if he wanted to continue meeting his partner.

He went home immediately to change, brush his teeth, and head to work. However, for the first time in a very long time, Azriel didn’t want to go to work early. He felt lighter somehow, as if spending that time with Jasmine had removed some of the heaviness from his chest. He decided to change into his workout clothes and go running by the Cidra river walk, to catch the rising sun and get some fresh air. After an hour of running, he went back home, took a shower, and headed to work.

At Knight Enterprises, Inc., a venture capital firm owned by his brother Rhys, Azriel worked as the head of Cybersecurity. He had a master's degree and specializations in penetration testing and cyber threat intelligence. His job entailed being in front of multiple computer screens all day. Nuala and Cerridwen worked within his department in a different capacity. Their job entailed a lot of secrecy, as they were responsible for detecting internal threats and conducting risk assessments. It sometimes required them to go undercover as employees of any of the firms Knight Enterprises had a stake in, to report on those firms' risky practices. They helped run the club on the side, as Rhys had a stake in it.

He was sitting at his desk when Nuala came to chat with him.

“So… how did it go with Jasmine last night?”

“Fine.”

“Fine? Just fine? Are you going to tell me you didn’t like her?”

“That’s not what I said.” Azriel hated talking about personal matters at work.

“Ok, jackass, how about you tell me if you liked her or not?”

“Yes.”

“Azriel, you are fucking infuriating. Yes to what? Did. You. Like. Jasmine?”

“Yes, I liked her. Now, can we please not talk about it here?”

“Ok. Fine. But just so you know, she already completed the post-experience survey, and she wants to meet up with you again.”

Azriel felt a thrill run down his spine.

“I will fill it out eventually.” He said non-commitally. He just didn’t want to give Nuala the satisfaction of knowing she was right all along.

“Ok, but don’t take too long or she might think you are ghosting her.”

“k.”

Nuala left his desk, and he immediately went to his personal email to find the post-experience survey he received early this morning. He completed it right away and requested to meet up with Jasmine again. An automated email response came less than 10 minutes later with a link to an app he needed to download to communicate with his partner. He downloaded the app, entered his given code name, and the passcode provided via text for him to access the system. It was a secure app that only allowed subscribed members of the club to access it, and they could only communicate with the partners they agreed to meet with. He opened the app, and Jasmine’s name appeared as his only contact. He clicked it, and a message window appeared. He hesitated over what to write.

Azriel hated texting with a passion. He was old-fashioned that way, preferring to hear the other person’s voice. The app allowed him to do voice calls, but she would probably be at work at this time, so he decided to send her a message.

Shadowsinger: “Hi, beautiful. How are you feeling this morning?”

He didn’t expect to receive a response right away; he had no idea what kind of job she had. But he didn’t have to wait long. Ten minutes later, he heard the notification on his phone and saw her reply.

Jasmine: “I am feeling great this morning. I slept like a baby after I got home, so I woke up super refreshed. I went walking by the Cidra to get some fresh air in my lungs. How are you doing today?”

Fuck! He probably passed her on the run this morning. Would he have recognized her? Maybe, as long as she wore that beautiful hair of hers down, he probably would.

Shadowsinger: “I also feel refreshed today. I went running by the Cidra myself. What would you do if you saw me and recognized me? Would you say hi or pretend you didn’t see me?”

Jasmine: “Hmmm. I’m not sure. Since we are staying anonymous, I probably would pretend that I didn’t see you, but if you came to me and I could not get away, I would definitely say hi after getting busted. 😊”

Gods, he liked her. It was refreshing to talk to somebody who didn’t use abbreviations for everything or horrendous grammar. Azriel was a stickler for correct grammar. It was one of his pet peeves.

Shadowsinger: “When can you meet up again. I have a few things in mind I want to try with you.”

Jasmine: “Cutting to the chase, huh? No sweet-talking me into it?”

Shadowsinger: “Sweet Jasmine, I did all the ‘sweet-talking' to your pussy last night.”

Jasmine: “Shadowsinger, I have to tell you, you have the dirtiest mouth I have ever encountered.”

Shadowsinger: “I think you liked my dirty mouth.”

Jasmine: “How could you tell?”

Shadowsinger: “By how wet you were before I even touched you. Just my words made you horny.”

Jasmine: “You got me all figured out.”

Shadowsinger: “I think I only scratched the surface. I have a feeling there are several layers I need to peel to get to the bottom of you.”

Jasmine: “Well, I think I didn’t even get to scratch any of your surfaces. I have to work on that next time.”

For the love of the mother, this woman was something else. He got a mental image of her scratching his back with her nails while she moaned in pleasure. Now he was hard… at work.

Shadowsinger: “Ok, so let’s talk about next time. When do you want to meet again?”

Jasmine: “I am free this Saturday.”

Shadowsinger: “Ok. How do you feel about trying something in the BDSM category?”

Her reply took a bit. Azriel thought she got spooked, but then her reply came, and he almost squealed like a little boy in excitement.

Jasmine: “Sorry. I had to look it up. Sounds intriguing, but there are so many things involved in it. What are you thinking? Have in mind I’m a complete newbie to all of this.”

Shadowsinger: “No worries, sweetheart. We can start with the basics. I think High Protocol would suit you best because it provides clear guidelines to follow, and it alleviates the pressure of having to figure things out on your own. Are you familiar with the concept of Dom and Sub?”

Jasmine: “I have heard those terms, but know very little of what it entails. Isn’t that what Christian Grey and Anastasia in 50 shades were doing?”

He laughed at that, and people at the desks outside his office looked up at him. He closed the door to his office.

Shadowsinger: “Yes, sort of like that. But Christian was sort of a dick. I am more of a soft Dom.”

Jasmine: “Yes, Christian was a dick for sure. So how would this work between us?”

Shadowsinger: “In the Dom/Sub dynamic, one partner (the Dom) assumes control and authority over the other partner (the Submissive). The partners agree on a set of rules or boundaries. Consent is crucial in a Dominant/submissive (Dom/Sub) partnership. In this dynamic, you and I can try different scenes. We could try bondage, sensory play, blindfolding, and impact play, among other things. It involves total trust, because the submissive has to abide by the rules and guidelines agreed upon, or face punishment.”

Jasmine: “Punishment? What kind of punishment?”

She is so darn cute!

Shadowsinger: “The kind of punishment that sometimes feels good to little brats, like being spanked or flogged.”

She took a long, damn time to respond. Azriel thought he might have scared her with that last one. Then she responded:

Jasmine: “Hmm. I think I’ll strive to be a good girl then.”

Oh my fucking God. She would be the death of him.

Shadowsinger: “Great! How about we discuss this in more detail via voice call later tonight? There is a lot to go over. I leave work around 7 or 8 PM. Are you available around 9 PM tonight?”

Jasmine: “You’re a workaholic like me, huh? I usually close shop around 8 PM, so 9 PM is fine with me.”

Shadowsinger: “Talk tonight. Now, be a good girl and try not to think about me eating your pussy while you work.”

Jasmine: “Is that a command or a suggestion?”

Shadowsinger: “A suggestion for now. It would be awkward for you to be aroused at work.”

Jasmine: “Too late.”

Fucking hell. Now he was hard as a rock. Shit.

Shadowsinger: “”

Jasmine; “”

He knew he was going to have a hard time keeping to the no-mouth kissing rule. Yep, he was totally fucked.

Jasmine: “Talk later, Shadowsinger, I’ve got a customer.”

Shadowsinger: “Talk later, sweet Jasmine.”

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Their chat session ended, and now Azriel needed to cool off. Images of a naked Jasmine with nothing but her high heels on, in bondage and blindfolded, flooded his thoughts. He took his briefcase to cover his crotch and went to the restroom. He had to take care of this, or he would not be able to concentrate on his work. Thankfully, the restroom was empty, and he could lock the door, preventing anyone from walking in while he took care of business. Azriel pulled out his considerable length and fisted it hard and fast, thinking of Jasmine. He came fast on his hand like a god damn teenager. But at least his cock was no longer hard and could return to his desk like a normal person without a raging hard-on. He cleaned up and washed his hands, then walked to his desk as if nothing had happened.

The rest of the day went as usual, with Azriel either staring at the multiple screens monitoring the network for any threats or in conference calls. In normal circumstances, he would remain at work until 8 PM on most days, eating dinner at his desk while updating his weekly status reports. But tonight, he didn’t feel like it, so he went home around 6 instead and ordered from his favorite Italian restaurant. He ate his dinner in front of the TV, watching the classic boxing match between Evander Holyfield and Mike Tyson from 1996. He fell asleep on the couch and woke up with a start. It was rare for him to doze off like that, as he always suffered from insomnia. He looked at the time and realized it was almost 9 PM.

He logged onto the Hearts’ Desire app and saw Jasmine’s icon was still grey, meaning she was not logged on yet. It was five minutes to 9, so he tried to distract himself by washing dishes and getting himself a beer in the meantime. 9 PM came, and she was still not logged on. Did she get cold feet after talking to him? What if she went online and found the more hardcore BDSM videos floating online? Shit, he should have sent her a link to some of the things he wanted to try so she didn’t go down the rabbit hole of it all. At 9:07, her icon turned green, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He clicked on the voice call icon. She picked up on the second ring and said:

“Hi…. Sorry, I was a bit late. I was taking a bath and dozed off a bit.”

Azriel fought really hard not to think about a naked Jasmine in a bathtub rubbing her body with soap and bubbles. He lost the battle.

“It’s ok, sweetheart, I was just hanging out on my couch, drinking a beer.

“Oh, a drink sounds nice right about now. It was a crazy day at the shop.”

“Go grab yourself a beer. We are going to be discussing some important things, and I need you to be relaxed.”

“I’ll grab some white wine. Beer is for barbecues with family and friends.”

“Oh, a beer snob, I see.”

“No, it’s just that wine helps me relax faster. Beer always requires at least 2 bottles to get me to that stage, and it makes me feel bloated if I drink too much of it.”

He heard her uncork a bottle and pour.

“Ok, so I have a template for a High Protocol BDSM Contract. It would be easier if you could pull it up on your laptop. I sent the document via our chat. Let me know when you are comfortable and have it in front of you. We are going to go over it, and then you can tell me what things you want to remove or add to it. This is a negotiation of our terms. Ok?”

“Yes. Give me a minute. I have to get my laptop and charger.”

A couple of minutes passed. He heard her rummaging through stuff and walking through her house.

“Ok, I’m ready. I have my glass of wine, my laptop, and I just emailed myself the document you sent me. I am opening it now. This is all so ‘official’ sounding.”

He chuckled.

“Yes, that is what High Protocol is. An official contract or agreement between you and me, laying the foundation for our Dom/Sub relationship, so you know what to expect from me and what is expected of you.”

“Is it like a real contract? Am I signing my life away?” She joked.

“No, beautiful, it is not a legally binding contract. It is just a personal agreement with a foundation of trust in your sexual partner.”

“Ok. Let’s go over this contract, then. I started reading the first page, and I think I need you to explain some stuff to me. This is going to be a long call, because this thing is like 20+ pages long and I’m sort of a teacher’s pet that likes to ask impertinent questions all the time.”

He laughed out loud.

“That’s what it's all about, sweet Jasmine, you need to feel comfortable enough to ask questions and discuss your needs, so don’t feel shy if you don’t understand something or if you want to include something that is not expressly detailed in this contract.”

They went into detail over the scope and duration of the contract. They agreed to start with a 3-month trial contract first, to test their dynamic, which would serve as a training period for Jasmine, who is new to all of it. They went over the roles and responsibilities of each party, and Azriel was pleased that she agreed to almost all of it. They talked about the rules and protocols at length. Jasmine liked the structure of it all and agreed to call him “sir” rather than “Master” during their scenes together. They talked about how scenes would begin, so they could ease into their roles. Rituals are very important for High Protocol Dom/Sub relationships.

During the review of the Limits and Boundaries section, she drew her hard limits and those she was hesitant about but open to trying. They discussed the safewords and signals, agreeing to use the common “Traffic light system” to avoid the ambivalence of the word “stop”, which could be misconstrued in certain scenes.  

In the Punishment and Consequences section, they discussed what would happen should the sub (Jasmine) deviate from the rules. Physical punishment would only involve spanking, flogging, or funishment in this arrangement, but would allow other types of light punishment like doing repetitive tasks, losing privileges, or withholding orgasms.”

Azriel made sure to explain that rewards were also very important to ensure the submissive received positive reinforcement for good behavior. She seemed to like that a lot; she told him she loved how he praised her during their encounter the previous night.

There was a funny exchange at the beginning of their conversation when discussing the parties involved, as Jasmine teased him about his assumption that he would be the Dom.

“What if I want to be the one on top?” to which he responded,

“You can be the one on top if I ask you to be on top.”

“But what if I want you to call me Ma’am and you be the one tied up?”

Azriel thought he had died and gone to heaven.

“How about we make it a reward for good behavior, and let you be the dominant one for one night?”

“Ok, let’s put that in the rewards system. I want it in writing.” She teased.

In the privacy and confidentiality section, they agreed on maintaining their anonymous identities with each other for the duration of their contract. They would not discuss their relationship with anyone and keep it all confidential.

Lastly, they talked about the termination clause, which gave them peace of mind that they could end the BDSM agreement at any time and for any reason, but it must be done in person, and an explanation for the termination should be provided to the other party.

It was almost 11 PM by the time they finished discussing and updating the contract with their changes. Azriel talked about the next steps:

“So, I will make arrangements for a room at Hearts’ Desire on Saturday. Bring a sleep mask, your comfy pajamas, and a toothbrush, because I plan to spend a long time on aftercare after our scene, and I want to cuddle and fall asleep in bed with you. Is that ok?”

“Oooh! A Sleepover! That sounds great. I’ll buy a sleep mask.”

“One more thing. For our scene, do you own a silk or satin slip?”

“Yes, I own a silk slip.”

“Perfect, I want you to bring it, and please wear the same silver high heels you wore last time.”

“Will do.”

“Now, tell me what you are wearing right now.”

Pause on the other side.

“Are we having phone sex now?”

“Yes. I need to fall asleep to the sound of you coming.”

“I’m not wearing anything.”

“Liar, you are probably in your comfy PJs.”

“You caught me.”

“Take them off.”

“What about you? What are you wearing?”

“I am just wearing grey sweatpants and an unzipped hoodie, no shirt.”

“Hmm. Those abs and pecs of yours are sinful. I am not sure if I want to lick them or bite them, maybe both.”

Holly hells!

“Did you take your PJs off? If you have a bra on, take it off. I want you to fondle your breasts and pinch your nipples, imagining I am nipping at them.”

“Uhm. I never wear a bra to bed. I pushed down the straps of my camisole, and I am touching them right now. What would you do to me if you were here?”

Azriel groaned. He wished she were next to him, in his apartment, wearing nothing but a flimsy camisole and panties.

“I would be licking and biting your nipples, using my hands to remove your panties in the meantime. Take them off, sweetheart.”

“I would be touching your chest and your abs, and slipping a hand under your sweatpants to grab your cock in my small hand. Take your cock out of your pants, Shadowsinger. I already took my panties off.”

Fuck! His cock twitched thinking of her small hands touching him. If she kept this up, he was going to come in his pants. So he obeyed her command.

“I would be teasing one of your nipples and sucking on one of your breasts, while my other hand is caressing your inner thighs, gently opening your legs.”

“I would be wrapping my hand around your cock and giving it a little squeeze, rubbing the little bead of precum on the head with my thumb.”

Azriel could not help but touch himself, imagining her small hands wrapped around his cock.

“You dirty girl. I am now slipping two fingers inside your wet, warm pussy. Touch yourself with one hand, sweetheart.”

“Ohh. My hands do not feel as good as yours. You have such big hands that make me feel full inside. I like what you do, curling the fingers inside to make me see stars.”

He prayed to the Mother that he would last because thinking about his fingers inside her had him on the edge of exploding.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just put your finger inside you and rub that little inner wall right below your pubic bone. I would be moving my fingers in and out, while rubbing that little spot, can you feel it?”

She moaned, and he was rubbing his hard length feeling his orgasm coming fast, so he slowed down to try and come at the same time as her. This was sweet torture.

“Ohhh, this feels so good, but I want your tongue and mouth on me. I also want to taste you. Would you let me taste your big cock?”

Fuck, he couldn’t help the mental image that came to him of those beautiful butterfly lips stretched around his cock, with those chocolate eyes fixed on his eyes. He was for sure going to fuck her mouth when he got the chance. Once more, he was at the edge of a precipice and had to briefly stop fisting his cock and squeezing the base to prevent himself from coming. He could hear her moans, and he didn’t want to ever listen to anything else. Those sounds were his favorite music.

“Yes, sweetheart, I will let you taste me, but first, let me make sure you come first. Are you still fucking yourself with your fingers? Now bring your other hand and rub one finger to coat it with your slick. Use that finger to rub your clit and pretend it is my tongue, while thinking of my fingers are inside you.”

She was panting loudly, and he could hear the squelching sounds she was making while fucking herself with her fingers. She must be completely soaked. Azriel was having a hard time restraining himself from coming just from the sounds she was making.

“I am close… Are you close?” Her breathing sounded ragged, and little moans were coming out of her throat.

“Yes, imagine, I am licking your pussy like it is the last meal I will ever eat. You taste so sweet, and your pussy is so tight around my fingers. I want to drink every bit of the juices coming out of it.”

That’s it, he could not hold it any longer, his cock was aching for release, and all he could think about was coming inside her.

“Ahhhh, Oh my god… I’m coming. Come with me.”

And he did, on command. Ropes of come coated his lower abs. His cock kept twitching, and the pleasure was so indescribable that his eyes rolled back in his head after holding it for so long. Hearing her heavy breathing and pants on the other side gave him so much satisfaction that he had to praise her.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you did great. I am so proud of you for letting yourself be free, trying something new with me.”

“Thank you. That was… I have never had phone sex before. It was intense and very erotic. Let’s do that again sometime.”

“Your wishes are my command. Now go clean yourself, drink some water, and go to bed. I’ll send you the finalized contract via the messaging system. We can sign it when we meet on Saturday. Ok sweetheart?”

“Ok…. Shadowsinger, I have a request.”

“Of course, what is it?”

“Shadowsinger is not easy on the tongue, especially when I want to scream your name. Do you mind if I use a term of endearment instead? I know I have to call you “Sir” during our BDSM scenes, but when we are not in a scene, I’d like to use a pet name. You know, since I can’t use your real name. Do you mind if I call you Baby or Honey? I know that is usually reserved for a significant other…”

She was so sweet.

“I am fine if you want to use either one of those. It helps us with building intimacy as sexual partners.”

“All right, baby, good night.”

“Good night, sweetheart.”

Azriel went to sleep after the call finished and slept the whole night, for the first time in a very long time.

Moodboard for this chapter:

Azriel at work

Elain and Azriel are chatting while relaxing on their respective couches:

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Elain

After the call with Shadowsinger, Elain was nervous and giddy with anticipation. Truth be told, ever since Nuala and Cerridwen had explained to her what went on during BDSM sessions, she was extremely curious about it. Afterward, she had looked at several online sites that provided detailed explanations of the different activities involved. She was overwhelmed by everything she read—so much information. So when Shadowsinger asked her about trying something in the BDSM category during their initial chat, she literally freaked out. Of course, she lied about not knowing what it was, but she was embarrassed to admit she was out of her depth. She just knew she wanted to see him again, and there was no way she was going to say no and lose her chance with him. He was exactly what she had dreamed of in a sexual partner. He was knowledgeable, considerate, and entirely focused on giving her pleasure. Not counting the fact that he was extremely handsome, just the thought of him made her hot and bothered.

Talking to him about their agreement and the guidelines helped her understand what she was getting into. She was still nervous, especially about bondage. Images of her hands and feet tied up in rope flashed in her mind, and a chill ran down her spine. No, no, no, no, she tried to think of something else. Still, the image of Clyde Hybern and his men flashed in her head, laughing, leering at her, when she was essentially semi-naked in her thin pajamas and tied up in ropes. She shut her eyes and tried to think of something pleasant, anything to keep from remembering that night 2 years ago.

The first thing that came to mind was her time with Shadowsinger: how he made her feel that first time — his soothing, deep voice, his gentle touch, how he cuddled her afterward — and she started to feel calmer. She turned on the TV to distract herself further and fell asleep on her couch. She woke up the next morning, drooling on the couch’s cushion and already running late for work.

She arrived at the shop 20 minutes past 7, and there was already a line of customers waiting to get their morning coffee and pastries. She apologized profusely to all of them and promptly opened the shop to let them in. She quickly turned on the lights and ran behind the counter to start the coffee. Thankfully, she had enough pastries to serve her customers this morning, since she had baked them all the previous night. By 7:45, she had given all her patient customers their orders, and the rush began to die down. At 8:00 AM, Nuala and Cerridwen walked in, chatting loudly.

“El! Good morning!”

“Good morning, girls!” Elain walked around the counter to hug them both.

“I’m sorry that I don’t have your orders ready. I ran a bit late this morning and just finished with the morning crowd. Joanna called in sick, and I’m by myself today. Sit, I’ll get them ready.”

“So, why were you late this morning. Is your mystery man keeping you up at night?”

Elain gave them a warning look, mouthing, "Please shut up, not here!”

“Relax, there is no one here besides us right now. So, is it “him” keeping you up late?” Cerridwen gave her a knowing, mischievous look.

Elain returned to them with their coffee and pastry orders and sat down at their table.

“Well, if you insist. Yes, I was on a voice call with him for almost 2 hours last night. We discussed what we are going to do next. We are meeting again this Saturday.”

“Oh? Do tell!”

“Come on, you guys are the ones running these things. You probably already know what we are doing.”

“As a matter of fact, we don’t. We have staff who make those arrangements. We only get involved in a small portion of the initial matching. What the couples do afterward, we do not get involved in.” Cerridwen looked as if she felt insulted by Elain’s insinuation.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply you guys were snooping on me.” Elain squeezed her friend's hands. “Anyway, I wanted to thank you both for convincing me to sign up and go. My partner is wonderful.”

“I’m glad you are happy, El. That’s all we wanted for you. To get out of your comfort zone and start to live a little. I know your breakup was devastating, but you deserve to have fun and enjoy your life.” Nuala was always a great confidant. She loved Cerridwen, but she was more the adventurous, party girl, while Nuala was the calm, voice of reason in her life.

“Well, thank you again for introducing me to this world. I am already having a lot of fun.”

“So, what are you going to try with him this weekend?”

“He proposed we do something in the BDSM category, and we talked at length about it. We have a contract and everything. Feels very Christian Grey/Anastasia Steele-esque”

Nuala and Cerridwen erupted in uproarious laughter. Coffee spraying from their nostrils.

“Shit! I hope he is not like Christian Grey. That guy was a manipulative asshole.”

“Well, my shadowsinger is not manipulative at all. He asked for my input on everything and added stuff I wanted to our agreement. I really do like him.”

“YOUR shadowsinger. Already possessive of him, huh? Well, that’s why we are the matchmakers, El. We knew the type of guy you needed.”

“You did a great job in matching us, Cerr.”

“Only the best for our El! Alright, we've got to go. Our boss is going to yell if we don’t show up in the next 10 minutes.”

Elain kissed and hugged the two of them, and they left. The rest of the morning was busy, and since she was alone without her employee, she barely had a minute to herself. When she closed the shop, it was almost midnight. Every night after closing at 7 PM, she stayed to bake and prepare the coffee machines for the next day. If she had help, she would probably have been done by 8 PM, but she was all alone and didn’t leave the shop until well past 10 PM. She was exhausted when she got home, but fought the urge to drop onto the couch and fall asleep. She took a long, hot shower with lavender aromatherapy steamers. It was almost 11 PM when she got into bed. Out of curiosity, she opened the Hearts’ Desire app to see if Shadowsinger was active. He was active, and her heart jumped in her chest. She bit her lower lip, debating whether she should text him, but when she decided not to, he began calling her. Shit, shit, shit! Could he see her hesitating to write something? She answered on the third ring.

“Hi. What are you doing up so late?”

“Was stalking the app, hoping you would jump online. Why are you on this late?”

“I got home late from work and just came out of the shower not 10 minutes ago. I was curious to see if you were online and debating on whether to text you this late.” She came clean because it was no use denying it.

“What time did you get home?”

“Almost 10:30 PM. I didn’t have help today and was all by myself, closing and preparing everything for tomorrow.”

“That is insanely late. The most I have stayed at work is 9 PM, and that was because we had a security breach that took us hours to resolve.”

“I know. I don’t like staying that late either. It’s scary to walk home when the streets are almost empty and there are shadows in every corner that make you jump.”

“Hmm. I really don’t like that you are walking home alone that late. Do you have anyone you could call when that happens?”

“My twin friends, but I don’t want to bother them.”

There was a pause on the other side. He was silent for almost a minute.

“Shadowsinger, are you there?”

“Um, yes, sorry, I got a text from work. So, you should call your friends anyway; if they are truly your friends, they will care for your safety.”

“I guess you are right. I hope I don’t have to stay late too often. It was only today because my employee was sick.”

“Anyway, I don’t want to keep you up. You should rest. We can chat tomorrow if you have time. Sweet dreams, Jasmine.”

“Sweet dreams, Shadowsinger.”

She closed the app and turned off her bedside lamp. She liked hearing his voice. He had that soothing, midnight kind of voice that made her feel relaxed. He could make a decent career as an audiobook voice actor with that voice. Elain fell asleep dreaming of her favorite romance book boyfriend, speaking in her Shadowsinger’s voice.

Azriel

The rest of the week, following his call with Jasmine, passed uneventfully. Azriel chatted with Jasmine a couple more times. No phone sex, just random thoughts about their arrangement, or simply checking in on each other. She was delightfully funny and sweet. He would need to be careful to keep their interactions restricted to their BDSM relationship, or things could get complicated. It was already becoming increasingly complex to avoid personal topics, and his curiosity about her real identity was driving him insane. He needed to get a grip if he was going to respect her rules about confidentiality and anonymity. But the devil on his shoulder kept telling him that she must live close to where he lives, if she went walking by the Sidra in the morning. She also mentioned a shop, so she must work in some establishment within range. STOP! You have to respect her boundaries! However, something she said during one of their voice calls gave him pause. She mentioned “twin friends”, and he immediately thought of Nuala and Cerridwen. Nah, no way they would do something so fucked up as to set him up with their friend. He buried the thought and chalked it up to a mere coincidence.

When Saturday arrived, Azriel received the email with the arrival information and instructions. Since they were engaging in BDSM sensation play and bondage, as the Dom, he was required to arrive early to set up his scene, the equipment, and the toys they were going to use. Azriel was curious to find out how well-equipped the Club was when it came to BDSM. Regardless, he decided to buy a couple of things that he liked to use and knew Jasmine would enjoy. He needed to ease her into it and make sure her first time experience was unforgettable. He felt like a kid on a Christmas shopping spree.

He needed to arrive at the Club at 8 PM, 1 hour before Jasmine was to come. He took a shower, put on some cologne, and dressed in his tailored black trousers, leather belt, and black long-sleeve dress shirt. All of which were part of a costly Christmas gift from Rhys, who only wears designer clothes and accessories. The shoes alone cost over $1,300, and Azriel felt guilty walking around in something that could modestly feed a family of 4 for 3 months. He needed to project an aura of power, and he admitted to himself that he did look good in these clothes. Azriel was by no means poor; the opposite, actually. His Spartan lifestyle allowed him to save most of his six-figure salary, and he had a hefty balance in his investment accounts. So it wasn’t that he couldn't afford expensive clothes and luxuries; he just preferred simplicity, functionality, and an understated aesthetic in everything.  He packed the things he bought, along with a change of clothes and a toothbrush. Lastly, he pocketed the masquerade mask, which he hated. Still, he would put it on before going into the building to comply with the anonymity rules.

Once he entered the building, the receptionist greeted him, and he completed the entry procedure. When he arrived at their room, he was in awe. It was a large studio apartment again, with the same layout — living room, dining room, and kitchen — but the bedroom area was much larger than the one from last time. The bedroom was a fully stocked BDSM room, complete with a St. Andrew’s cross, a spanking bench, suspension rig, massage table, etc. There was a wall covered in all manner of restraints and bindings, like handcuffs, shackles, ropes, collars, leashes, you name it. At the other end, there was a cabinet with everything you would need for impact play, sensation toys, and vibrators. There was a sturdy wrought-iron bed with a slatted headboard and footboard, perfect for restraints. In essence, this was a BDSM/kink dream room.

He put his belongings on the dresser near the bed, then unpacked the items he bought earlier that day and began setting up for the scene he planned. When he finished, he went to the kitchen counter and served himself a glass of whiskey neat. Azriel took out his phone to pair it with the apartment's sound system so he could play his sensual Spotify mix. He also dimmed the lights in both the living room and bedroom to a comfortable glow. When he was satisfied with the ambiance, he grabbed the contract along with his masquerade mask and went to sit on the couch to wait for Jasmine. He put on the masquerade mask grudgingly. Jasmine arrived precisely at 9 PM.

Azriel drew a sharp breath upon seeing her; she was breathtaking. Jasmine was wearing a long lilac floral dress that made her look like an ethereal garden fairy —a very sexy one. The dress accentuated her hips and breasts, which he could not wait to get his hands on. Her hair was gathered in a loose bun, which made her look lovely and allowed him to see her creamy neck. However, he preferred her beautiful hair unbound. He groaned because his first instinct was to go to her and slowly peel that dress off her. But he needed to stay on track with his plan for tonight. She hesitated a bit, so he got up from the couch and went to greet her.

“Hello, beautiful.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek, encircling her waist with his hands. She blushed and gave him a shy smile.

“Hi. I wasn’t sure if I should address you as Sir starting now.” She stated nervously.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, our scene has not started yet, and we will discuss a couple of things before we start. I’ll explain how you need to behave and what starts a scene. Come, let’s sit on the couch for a bit.” He grabbed her hand and started walking to the couch. He motioned for her to sit and asked. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Yes, whiskey neat, please.”

He went to the mini-bar on the kitchen counter and poured whiskey for both of them. He returned to sit next to Jasmine, handing her one glass.

“First, let me tell you that you look and smell amazing, and if we didn’t have this scene already planned, I would have peeled that beautiful dress off you and would be eating you right about now.”

She blushed a deep pink.

“You sure have a way with words, Shadowsinger.” He let a slow smile spread as he narrowed the space between them on the couch. His hand deliberately came to rest on her inner thigh.

“I thought, ‘Shadowsinger’ was not easy on the tongue. What happened to ‘baby’?” He squeezed her thigh, giving her a mischievous grin, wanting to put her at ease. Jasmine gave him a lopsided, devilish smile.

“That’s reserved for the occasions where I have to scream your name repeatedly.”

A rich, easy laugh filled his chest, and as he watched her, a thought bloomed in his mind: She was delightful. He needed to remind himself of the reason he was here tonight, and that this thing with Jasmine was purely for physical pleasure.

“So, we have the contract to sign. Did you review it, and are you happy with the changes we made? Or do you need us to go over it again?”

“I read it from top to bottom. I’m ready to sign it when you are.”

He grabbed the contract and pen that he had set on the coffee table. He signed the agreement under the name “Shadowsinger” and passed it to her. She signed it as “Jasmine” and then smiled at him.

“Now what?” Elain looked at him inquisitively, wringing her hands in her lap.

“Now, let’s talk about the protocols we agreed to in the contract, and how scenes will start every time we agree to engage in a BDSM session.”

“Ok.”

“A scene starts when I ask you if you are ready to submit. If you are ready, you will get into your submissive pose. Once a scene begins, per our agreement, you will address me as ‘Sir’. You will always ask for permission to speak. The only exception to that rule is when you need to use your safe words. What are your safe words, sweetheart? ”

“Green means keep going, yellow means slow down or pause, and red means stop.”

“Good girl.” She beamed at him. “Today, we are going to use light bondage and sensory deprivation using a blindfold. I will use toys and sensory elements to tease and arouse you. I will be touching you with my hands and fingers, as well as my mouth and tongue. I will be inserting a toy into your pussy, which can be initially uncomfortable until you get accustomed to it. If you follow instructions and do everything I ask, I will reward you with multiple orgasms. Is any of this off limits to you?”

Color bloomed across her skin, from her neck to her hairline, as her chest began to heave slightly. When she finally spoke, the words snagged in her throat, catching on her tongue.

“uhhh, those things sound fine to me right now….”

He noticed her hesitation, tension in her shoulders, as if she was holding back on something.

“Sweetheart, is there anything else? I need you to be completely honest about your feelings on this. If any of this makes you very uncomfortable, you need to tell me.”

“I… um, the restraints, they make me nervous just thinking about it. What if I panic and freak out on you?”

He grabbed her hand in his, interlacing their fingers, and brought it to his mouth to give a kiss to the back of her hand.

“No need to freak out at all, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you are not ready to try restraints, I can easily modify the scene. Just so you know, the restraints I planned to use are soft, and you can take them off at any time. Also, you have your safe words.”

Azriel wanted her to be relaxed and comfortable above all else. He didn’t care that he had to change the scene, as long as she felt safe with him. Her shoulders relaxed, and she exhaled a heavy breath, giving him a squeeze on the hand that was still holding hers.

“Thank you. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that… I have been restrained before, and it wasn’t for fun.”

That tidbit of information caught Azriel off guard. Was she implying what he thinks she was implying? He moved closer and gathered her in his arms. A trembling breath came out of her.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” Tears lined her eyes.

“Shhh. You did no such thing. You don’t have to tell me what happened in your past. We will forego the restraints tonight. The last thing I want is to evoke memories of a traumatic experience for you. How about a blindfold? Is that also triggering for you?” He said while soothingly caressing her back and kissing her head. She melted onto him, and she buried her head in his chest.

“No, blindfold is fine. I want to try the restraints one day. I have to get over my fear and face it. I’m just not ready for it today. But I want to try everything else.”

He pulled away and caressed her cheek and jaw with his thumb. He wanted to kiss her on the lips, but respected her rules, and instead kissed the corner of her lips and spoke softly in her ear.

“Anything else you want to ask before we start?”

She bit her lip and was fidgeting with her hands on her lap. Azriel would have to correct that behavior as her Dom. He reached out a hand to put a loose curl behind her ear, gently touching her cheek. 

“Am I allowed to touch you?” She asked bashfully.

“Not unless I permit you or ask you to do so. You will have to keep your hands above your head, since we are not doing restraints. Just remember that this is for your enjoyment. To explore the limits of your sexuality and let go of control. My goal is to give you as much pleasure as possible. We will start very slowly, until you feel comfortable in your role and can fully trust me to give you exactly what you need. Please tell me how you feel right now. What color are you?”

“I’m green.”

“Good. One more thing. I have been debating about your submissive nickname. So I’d like you to pick it.”

“I thought Jasmine was already a nickname.”

“Jasmine is the Club-assigned alias I use outside of our BDSM scenes. I need a nickname that indicates we are in our Dom and Sub roles. I don’t like the generic ones, like “little one” or “pet”. I was thinking of either Flower or Cookie. What do you think?” He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. She shuddered at his touch. He loved how responsive she was. It is going to be a fun night with everything he has prepared, he thought.

“Hmm. Tough question. I love flowers AND cookies. In fact, I love to garden and have planter boxes full of all kinds of blooms on the windowsills of my apartment… BUT, I also love baking, and cookies are always so delicious. Perhaps Cookie fits me better since you want to eat me?” He chuckled at that, loving that her playful side had finally come out.

“Alright, Cookie, are you ready to submit?” He waited for her to realize that he was officially starting the scene. But he didn’t have to wait more than 10 seconds, because she immediately got up, kneeled on the floor next to him, and sat on her heels. She placed her palms upturned on her knees and tilted her head to stare at his shoes. Such a good girl already, only minor corrections needed on her posture. He leaned in closer while still sitting on the couch.

“That’s a good girl, Cookie. Now, make sure your back is straight, no hunching, because that is bad for your neck and back,” He ran his hand from the small of her back to the top knob of her neck, and Elain shuddered, but straightened her spine.  “Another thing, when kneeling, your legs should be hip-width apart, not together.” He gently tapped the inside of her left knee to show her how wide they needed to be. Once he was happy with her posture, he grabbed her chin to make her look at him.

“Cookie, I want you to get up and strip down to your underwear, slowly.”

She hesitated a bit, but did as he asked, getting up from her presenting position to stand in front of him, reaching for the crisscross straps at the back of her dress to untie them. He stopped her and made her turn around. He undid the straps and unzipped the skirt, taking the opportunity to caress her exposed back. Her skin felt like velvet under his fingers, and goosebumps erupted anywhere he touched her. He moved his hands to her hips and spun her around to face him. He motioned for her to continue stripping. She was blushing again, goosebumps covering her arms and chest. When the dress fell to the floor, she was wearing no bra. His cock twitched at the sight of her, bare except for her panties. She was truly stunning, all delicate curves, smooth skin, wonderful, rounded breasts with rosy pink nipples. Azriel felt the urge to lick her everywhere, to capture a nipple in his mouth, but managed to restrain himself. He will do it all in due time.

“Cookie, did you bring the silk slip I asked you to bring?”

“Yes, Sir. It is in my overnight bag.” She bit her lip again and tried to cover her breasts by crossing her arms in front of her. He needed to correct that, so he spoke more authoritatively.

“None of that, Cookie. Keep your arms to the side of your body, not fidgeting or biting your lip. Your body is mine to admire and pleasure tonight. Do not hide it from me again, or you will receive punishment. That is, unless you want to stop the scene.”

She looked at his shoes and put her arms to her sides as instructed. He stood up next to her and spoke softly in her ear, “Good girl,” while caressing the side of her torso with the back of his hand. She shivered, her nipples hardened, and this time, he allowed himself a light touch of her right breast with his palm, making her whimper. He quickly removed it, stepping away from her.

“Get your silk slip and put it on. Keep your high heels on.”

Jasmine walked to her overnight bag, pulled out the slip, and put it on. She went back to stand next to him.

“Cookie, I need to make sure you are comfortable before we start. Please go to the bathroom and pee, since we can’t have bathroom breaks during an intense sensory deprivation and sensation-play session.” His voice dropped to a whisper, and he spoke right in her ear. “I am going to devour your delicious cunt at some point tonight if you behave well.” She let out a small whimper at that, and he was pleased at how much dirty talk affected her.

“When you come back, you will get into your presenting position again. Is that all clear, Cookie?”

“Yes, Sir.” Jasmine walked to the bathroom, keeping her gaze on the floor as a sign of respect for her Dom. She is a fast learner, thought Azriel, and he knew that he had made the right decision in giving her the guidelines using the High Protocol contract. He wasn’t going to do strict High Protocol, using a collar or calling her “slave”. He wanted to be flexible on some things. She didn’t want to be humiliated, and a Collar made her uncomfortable. Azriel wasn’t into degrading his sub either, and he was fine going without the collar because he had other plans to signify her submission to him.

She came back from the bathroom and kneeled beside him in her presenting position. Exactly as he had taught her to do. Now that she was fully prepared. He took out the red piece of silk he planned to use as a blindfold from his pocket.

“Cookie, come here and sit on my lap facing away from me.”

She did as he commanded and sat on his lap, being careful to keep her back straight and her hands on her knees. He fought hard not to react to having her warm and probably wet center on top of him. It didn’t matter because his cock was already hard as a rock, and it didn’t help that she was moving a little too much for his liking.

“Cookie, stay still. I didn’t say you could move. You are not allowed to make yourself feel good or come unless I command it. Your pleasure belongs to me tonight. Understood?”

“Yes, sir…” She was blushing from head to toe. She was so goddammed cute.

“I am going to put a blindfold on you, Cookie. Please let me know if it is too uncomfortable.”

“Ok, Sir”

Azriel began removing her masquerade mask. She grabbed his hand, preventing him from pulling it away.

“Cookie, I am only removing it so I can put the blindfold on. I promise not to remove the blindfold if you don’t want me to see your lovely face.” She let go of his hand so he could remove the mask. He proceeded to put the blindfold in front of Jasmine’s face, then delicately covered her eyes with it, tying it at the back of her head.

“Is this too tight or just fine?”

“It is fine, Sir.” She was trembling, and her shoulders were tense again.

“Cookie, come rest your head on my shoulder. You are tense, and I want you to be relaxed before we start. Let’s cuddle for a minute, ok?” She sighed heavily, but relaxed into him and lay her head on his shoulder.

“I am going to take care of you, Cookie. I promise to make you feel really good. The sensory deprivation only heightens anticipation. If you can’t see what is going to happen, it makes it a lot more intense when it happens.” He was rubbing her arms soothingly. “I want you to breathe in slowly, and exhale slowly.” He repeated the words and soothing caresses until he felt her relax and her breathing return to normal. Now she was ready.

Elain

Elain had been so nervous since she walked in that she forgot this was supposed to be fun and not some test of her sexual experience. The whole thing intimidated her. However, Shadowsinger made her feel safe and cared about her comfort enough to modify the scene for her. She was now lying on his chest, her head on his shoulder, and he smelled divine, felt so warm and strong around her, and his soothing voice was hypnotic. It felt like being pulled under a warm, weighted blanket, except the blanket was an attractive man with the body of a Greek God, wearing a masquerade mask. She calmed down and relaxed in his embrace.

Shadowsinger kissed her on the cheek and told her to stand up. She felt him get up from the couch and grab her hand. As she followed him with tentative steps, he guided her until they stood for a moment. He kissed and licked her neck, while his hands slowly moved from her torso, down to her hips and thighs until he reached the hem of her silk slip, grabbing it and slowly dragging it up her body. When she felt him lick her nipple over the silk material of her slip, she jolted in surprise, and her core ignited. He removed the silk slip entirely, being careful not to remove the blindfold in the process. She thought that he made her put on the slip so that he could peel it off her. Elain felt him slowly drag his hands up her thighs and hips to grab the waistband of her panties and begin pulling them down torturously unhurried. Elain whimpered when he pressed a kiss on her thigh after he removed her panties. She was utterly naked in front of him for the first time. He didn’t do anything for what seemed like an eternity, but startled her when he spoke in her ear.

“You are absolutely devastating, Cookie. I’m going to have a hard time staying on task.” She could not believe she could affect him that much. He took her hands and guided her to crawl onto the bed.

“Lie on your back, Cookie, relax onto the pillow. Lift your arms over your head, and you will feel the slats of the headboard. I want you to hold one of the rods with both your hands and keep it there until I tell you otherwise. Is that good, Cookie?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice sounded breathy because she was already aroused and dying of anticipation.

She heard noises that sounded like cabinet doors opening and closing. The music playing in the background grew louder, and she didn’t know where he was. She could no longer hear his movements and did not hear him approach the bed until she felt something light touch one foot, then the other. Then the light touch traveled up her calf, her outer thigh, her waist, and the outline of her breast, as if he were tracing her body. Elain’s breath hitched when the feather-light touch circled her nipple. Every single nerve in her body was on alert; she could have sworn she felt his breath on her breast, but his mouth never touched her, and she was dying to have his mouth on her. The feather-light touch moved to her other breast, outlining it, then traveled through her torso and navel in a winding path that she hoped would end up in the place she needed it most. She felt hot, or at least as if her skin was burning; she wanted to feel his hands on her, she needed more. But he did not touch her. When the feather left her skin, she whined; she needed the contact, any contact. She felt his breath on her ear, and she nearly jumped. She heard his light chuckle.

“My lovely Cookie, we are just getting started, and look at you, already so needy. What do you want me to do, sweet Cookie?”

“I want you to touch me with your hands.”

“Cookie, this will be the last time I warn you. How are you supposed to address me?”

“Sorry, Sir. Please touch me, Sir.”

“Not yet.”

And with that, he was gone. No feather-light touches either. What seemed like an eternity passed before she felt something hot drip on her stomach. Oh Gods! It stung a bit, so she jerked a little, but then she felt him use a finger to slowly peel what felt like hardened wax off her skin, and something that felt like ice soothed the sting of the burn. Oddly, it felt good after the initial sting, and she was already anticipating where he would do it next. She felt the wax dripping below her navel at the edge of her pubic hair outline, and moaned at the contact of his finger there, as he peeled it off and then soothed it with the ice. It felt like sweet torture as he slowly glided the ice over the spot. He repeated this over and over in different places on her body. He did it everywhere except the most sensitive spots, which she didn’t think she could withstand. By the end, she was a whining, begging mess, burning, and not from the wax. She felt as if she were his canvas, painted in wax and ice, and her core was thrumming with desire. She really needed him to touch her, really touch her. She started rubbing her thighs together to give herself some relief, when she felt his hands still her legs and his mouth next to her ear.

“None of that, Cookie. What did I say about making yourself feel good? That is my job. Now I’m going to have to punish you. Let go of the rod and get on all fours.”

Elain did as he asked, but she was nervous. She wanted to be a good girl for him, but this was too much. When she felt his hands caress her lower back and slowly rub her ass cheek, moving lower to her inner thigh, close to her core, but not quite, she whimpered. He repeated the motion on her other ass cheek and thigh, and then he spanked her lightly. She jumped when he did it, as she wasn’t expecting it at that moment. She knew this was punishment for not following instructions, but she was still shocked. The shock was that she actually liked it. He rubbed where he spanked her, soothing her, and then spoke into her ear.
“You liked that, didn’t you, cookie? I can see your pussy dripping. Now I’m going to have to spank you a little harder. I am going to go easy on you today because it is your first time, and I will only spank you five times. Count them out loud for me.”

Elain didn’t think that the anticipation of being spanked would be a turn on, but she was wrong. She was dizzy with arousal, the feeling of being at the top of a roller coaster before it drops. When he made contact with her other ass cheek, she yelped, but counted, ‘Two!’. The feeling of his palm caressing the spot where he spanked her made her skin tingle, and warmth spread all over her body. He spanked her again, this time on her upper thigh just below her ass, entirely too close to her core, and she moaned when his hand caressed her there. Elain begged,

“Three! Sir, Please!”

“Only two more, Cookie, you are doing so well.”

Another spank, on the other thigh. Again, his hand caressed her close to her core, and Elain was panting heavily, almost whining.

“Four! Sir, please, I need you to touch me!”

Cooing in her ear, Shadowsinger made her a promise,

“Shhh, Cookie, I will reward you for taking your punishment like a Good Girl. One more.”

The last spank was softer, but delivered straight to her middle, and she whined.

“Five!”

She moaned loudly, almost cried with relief, when his hand caressed her where she needed him the most.

“Sir, Please! Oh, Please!” She was delirious with desire and needed him to do more than soothe her.

“What do you need, Cookie. Tell me.”

“I want you to make me feel good, Sir. Please touch me.”

“Where do you want me to touch you, sweet Cookie?”

“You know where, Sir!”

“You will have to tell me exactly where.”

She hated having to be explicit, but she couldn’t take it anymore.

“My pussy, Sir, please touch me there. Make me feel good, you promised!”

“Good Girl, Cookie.” He kissed her neck, right below her ear, and she almost screamed in pleasure when he slid a finger down her center.

“You are so wet for me, Cookie.”

He plunged one finger in and then another, moving them in and out at a torturously slow pace. She needed more. She was starving for him, for relief. The world outside of this space felt far away from her senses; only they existed in this moment. As if he read her mind, his other hand squeezed her breast gently, while the pads of his thumb and index finger rolled her nipple between them. When his other hand’s thumb began rubbing circles on her clit, while still pumping two fingers inside her, a shiver, sharp and delightful, traveled down her spine. Elain felt the orgasm build in her core like the tremor of an earthquake. Her focus narrowed to the feeling of his hands in her, his warm body pressing on her back, and his fingers slowly fucking her. It was like an out-of-body experience, all these sensations, the pain, the pleasure, combined made her climax so intense, she collapsed on the mattress, coming back to it when she heard his soothing voice.

“Did that feel good, Cookie?”

“Yes, Sir. Very intense, but really good.” Her voice sounded almost like a whisper, with her cheek pressed to the mattress. He kept his fingers inside her until the spasms of her release stopped. She felt empty the moment he removed them and cold when his body was no longer pressed to her back. She was too out of it to register what was going on, and she closed her eyes in her blissed-out state.

“Sweet Cookie, how are you doing? What color are you right now?”

“Green, Sir, very green.” His soft laugh made her blush. Was she too eager? Gods! This man could make her feel like a wanton street walker and a blushing maiden all at once.

 “Good, we are nowhere near done. There is more where that orgasm came from. Lie on your back again and hold the rod tight with your hands once more for me.” She moved as if she were a turtle trying to right itself, so he helped her by scooping her up in his arms and gently placing her back on the pillows, facing up. She really loved how strong he was, that he could lift her as if she weighed nothing.

She didn’t think it would be possible for her to have more than one orgasm in a single day. Still, Shadowsinger proved her wrong the first time they were together, so she trusted he could deliver again. She grabbed hold of one of the headboard rods with both hands and waited. His voice, a low rumble right beside her ear, made her jump.

“Open your legs for me, Cookie. Keep them open unless I tell you to close them.”

She opened her legs, and she felt his hands grab her thighs to spread them further. She felt vulnerable, as if she were baring her entire self to him. She could not see him, but she could almost feel him staring at her. Then, she felt him parting her, sliding a finger inside her, and her breath hitched. The finger left her, only to be replaced by something smooth and cold, slightly thicker than two fingers. Oh God, is that what she thinks it is? The answer came sooner than she expected, when the vibrator came alive inside her and she nearly jumped out of the mattress. If he were standing in front of her, she could have accidentally kicked him.

“Relax, Cookie. Have you never used a vibrator before?”

“No, Sir. I have never used one of those.”

“Not even a dildo in the privacy of your room?”

“No, Sir.” She felt embarrassed at her inexperience. She never even considered buying a vibrator or a dildo, in part, because she wouldn’t know what to even look for, but also because she would be mortified to get a package in the mail that could spell out to everyone in the building what she was up to. She was intensely private, which was why she wanted to keep this part of her life secret from everyone. Well, obviously, except Nuala and Cerridwen. She wondered what her sisters would even think if they knew she was a member of a secret sex club and having kinky sex with a man she had only met a week ago. The thought almost made her cackle. Nesta would probably have a cow. Her thoughts were interrupted by Shadowsinger.

“Well, Cookie, let me introduce you to the magic of a remote-control vibrator. I have it on the low setting for now, because I don’t want you to come yet.”

The hum of the vibrator inside her made her remember how it felt like to brush her teeth with an electric toothbrush, and she could not help but laugh, imagining a toothbrush stuck in her pussy.

“Hmm, that is not the reaction I was expecting, Cookie. What’s so funny?”

He asked in an amused, playful tone.

“I’m thinking of my electric toothbrush, Sir.” She continued laughing.

“Hmmm, I think we may awaken a new kink for you, because I can assure you when we are done here, every time you turn on your Electric toothbrush, you will feel the urge to come.”

With that, he increased the vibrator's intensity. Elain had the compulsion to close her legs, but refrained from doing so because her Dom, her Shadowsinger, asked to keep them open, and she wanted to be a good girl for him. The feeling was delicious and agonizing at the same time, with a pleasant fullness and low pressure that radiated outwards. She felt like a tidal wave was coming towards her, gathering force and speed, when all of a sudden, the vibrator stopped. She whined in frustration.

“No coming yet, Cookie.” He licked the column of her throat, and heat spread all over her chest. She really wanted that mouth of his on her everywhere. The vibrator hummed inside her again, back to the lower speed.

“Open your mouth, Cookie.” She did so and felt liquid drip into her mouth; it tasted like champagne. She swallowed. She didn’t realize she was parched until the champagne coated her tongue and went down her throat. He dropped some more in her mouth and then some on her chest, which he licked in one delicious sweep, producing goosebumps everywhere and heating her blood. Some of the liquid dropped on her nipples, too, and he licked and suckled them. Elain cried out with pleasure, feeling his rough tongue on her sensitive nipples, which was the stimulation she was missing, because she felt her orgasm building again. As more champagne dripped on her stomach, he licked it and slurped it off her. Elain’s pulse increased, and she felt almost dizzy from the sensations. When he returned to lick and suckle on her breasts again, he increased the intensity of the vibrator to an unbearable point. Impossible desire overtook her, and she wanted nothing more than to touch him, rake her fingers on his hair, and pull it.  

“Sir, Please! I need to touch you.” He took his mouth off her breast long enough to respond. His voice is a lower-pitched, almost rough.

“Yes, Cookie, you may let go of the rod.” And he returned to his task with the intensity of a male possessed by the need to satiate his hunger. Elain raked her fingers on the back of his head and thrust her chest up to him. He continued delivering slow licks around one of her nipples while gently squeezing her other breast. Elain knew the tidal wave was going to crash with great force because the combination of his mouth and tongue on her breasts and the vibrator inside her were rapidly converting her into a delirious, incoherent heap. When he gently nipped her nipple and clamped it with his teeth, her orgasm exploded out of her, and she screamed.

“Oh yes! Yes, please!” He didn’t let go of her nipple. He suckled and licked it to soothe the pain until she came down from her high and begged him to turn off the vibrator. She felt overstimulated.

Shadowsinger kissed her cheek and caressed her arms soothingly.

“Are you feeling ok, Cookie?”

“More than Ok, Sir. You really are delivering on your promise.” She spoke breathily. He chuckled and told her to relax because he was going to remove the vibrator. When he did, she felt both empty and relieved.

“Open your mouth, Sweet Cookie.”

She did, and he placed what felt like the rim of a bottle on her lower lip. He poured some of the liquid into her mouth. It was cold water, and she gulped it greedily. He poured some more. When he felt she had satiated her thirst, he told her to stay put in bed. Elain was still sensitive all over and didn’t know if she could take more stimulation at the moment. She felt him sit on the bed, and he spoke to her once again in her ear.

“So we are going to try a different set of senses—smell and taste. What color are you right now, Cookie?”

“Green, Sir.” Elain was just a bit touched out, but she didn’t want the night to end just yet. She wanted to show him she could take anything he had planned for her.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, Cookie.”

When Elain did as he asked, something sweet dripped on her tongue. It tasted like honey.
“Let’s play a little guessing game. What did I just give you?”

“Honey, Sir?”

“Yes, it’s honey. As sweet as you.” She felt warm all over at that remark and smiled. Then he dropped some of the honey on her neck and proceeded to lick and suck it off her. Whatever he was doing, it was working, because heat started to spread from her neck to her chest, and directly to the spot between her thighs. When he removed his mouth and tongue from her neck, cold replaced them, and she shivered.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out again, Cookie.”

He teased her tongue and mouth with something solid that tasted sweet, but was colder than the honey. She had no idea what it might be; all she knew was that part of it was covered in melted chocolate.

“Any guesses as to what this is?” He put the chocolate-covered object back on her tongue, and this time she smelled it. It was a strawberry.

“It’s a chocolate-covered Strawberry, Sir.”

“Take a bite of it.”

Elain bit the strawberry, and it was sweet and delicious. “Hmm, that was delicious, Sir.”

“Here, have another one.” He pressed another chocolate-covered strawberry on her tongue, and before she could bite it, he took it away. Then pressed it to her lips, coating them with chocolate, but took it away once again when she tried to bite it. She froze when she felt his tongue lick her lips. She moved away.

“Sir, permission to speak.”

“Yes, Cookie, go ahead.” He sounded amused. Elain was annoyed; she thought the rules about no kissing were clear.

“The rules are no kissing, Sir.”

“I wasn’t kissing your lips, I licked chocolate from your lips.”

“Sir, that can easily end up in kissing. It is a loophole, and you know it.” He was laughing. The man was laughing at her. She needed to let him know she was serious.

“Yellow.”

“Cookie. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to skirt the rules. I promise not to do it again.” He kissed her on the forehead, and although she could not see him, she could tell he was genuinely apologetic.

“Green.”

As soon as she said green, he put the strawberry back on her lips and let her bite it. She smiled. Next, he put something under her nose that smelled terrible, like dirty, smelly feet. She recoiled, and he laughed.

“Stick out your tongue, Cookie.”

She did, and he placed something cold on it that tasted savory, but she couldn’t make out exactly what it was.

“Any guesses?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure, Sir. Can I take a bite? As long as it is not dirty socks, of course.”

He laughed out loud—a deep, joyous laugh.

“No, Cookie, it is not dirty socks, I promise.” He put it on her tongue and let her take a bite.

“It’s blue cheese, Sir. Not a fan.”

“Noted.” He then asked her to open her mouth and dropped something round into it. She bit it. It was a grape. Elain loved grapes, and he gave her a couple more.

“Open your mouth again, Cookie.”

When Elain opened her mouth, it was immediately flooded with whipped cream, and some of it spilled out of her mouth onto her chin.

He licked and sucked the whipped cream off her chin. Then he sprayed whipped cream onto each breast. He sucked the whipped cream off one breast, then the other. Elain whimpered, and he continued licking both breasts and sucking them clean. Her core was again on fire, and practically pulsating with need.

“Open your legs again, Cookie.”

When she opened her legs, she knew what he intended to do. The anticipation of it alone was enough to make her body tremble, and the air around her grow thicker. He breathing became shallow, and her pulse was running at 1000 beats per second. When he finally sprayed the whipped cream on her center, she moaned like a possessed demon.

Shadowsinger was now between her thighs, holding them open with both hands as if he were reading a book. The book of Elain. She could not see him now, but she imagined how he looked between her thighs the first night they met, which was the most erotic image Elain had ever seen.

“Cookie, I’m about to devour your pussy, I plan to clean every drop of whipped cream off you, as well as the sweet juices you’re making for me right now. You are soaked. I’m going to eat my Cookie now, I think I deserve it. Don’t you think?

“Oh, yes, Sir, please, eat me.”

He chuckled darkly, and she felt his breath over her center. When he finally sucked the whipped cream off her, Elain almost fell apart instantly. But Shadowsinger was smart; he knew that if he licked her clit directly where she liked, she would come instantaneously, so he simply sucked at the edges, licking in slow, languid sweeps through her center, but around the edges of her throbbing clit. When he started pumping his tongue in and out of her, she just lost all sense of reality and the world around them disappeared, as if she was in a different dimension, where only pleasure existed. His tongue was rough on the delicate skin of her entrance. It was wickedly and deliciously dirty, the way he was consuming her. She wanted more. She moved her hips against his tongue, and he tightened his grip on her thighs, encouraging her.

“Fuck my face with your pretty cunt, Cookie. What do you want? Do you want my fingers or my tongue?”

“Sir, please both. I need both. Please, I need to come.”

She didn’t need to ask twice because she immediately felt his thick, long fingers at her entrance, and his mouth and tongue finally covered the spot he had been avoiding all this time. Elain had never felt like this before, even after the earth-shattering experience the first time Shadowsinger coaxed an orgasm out of her. It was like being immersed in the warm waters of the sea, where warm waves lap her skin and the water's gentle caress seduces her to sink deeper. His fingers curled inside her, touching something deep inside her that felt like the flick of a switch, sending a jolt of electricity through her core, her abdomen, her legs, her entire being. She arched her back, and she could not help but move her hands to pull at his hair. She needed to hold onto something because she was about to fall. At the second pass of his flat tongue swirling around her clit, and whatever his fingers were touching inside her, Elain fell apart. The floodgates of all her want and desire spilling over like a broken dam. Her entire body was covered in goosebumps, and all through it, he kept licking and pumping his fingers. She does not remember what she said or screamed; everything was muffled and distant to her—a sense of blissful euphoria giving way to an intense feeling of satisfaction.

Shadowsinger did not remove his fingers or mouth from her, even after the pulsations of her orgasm stopped. He kept licking and sucking her clit. She was too sensitive and tried to move away, but he held her, only removing his tongue and mouth from her to speak.

“I know you can give me another orgasm. Unless you want to safe word, I’m going to keep eating my Cookie until I am satisfied.”

Elain did not safe word. She pushed through the initial discomfort of overstimulation to let him do what he wanted. She trusted him. She didn’t know what it was about him that made her feel safe, despite having just met him a week ago. There was kindness in his eyes, like an old soul was looking at her through them. So she let go, let him wring more pleasure from her body, and by God, he gave it to her. Her second orgasm was not as sharp, but it felt longer, as if it stretched through time and space. The last thing she recalls is Shadowsinger’s voice praising her for being a good girl and kissing her inner thighs.

When she regained consciousness, she heard water running. Elain felt as if she was floating in a pillowy cloud; Shadowsinger was carrying her in his arms.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked in a sleepy voice.

“We are going to the bathtub.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I told you I would take care of you.”

She still had the blindfold on, so she could not see her surroundings, and it was a little disorienting. However, being in his arms made her feel safe and cozy, and she buried her nose in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Why did he smell so good?

“What?” He asked, as if he heard her thoughts. Or is she so out of it that she didn’t realize she said it out loud?

“I was thinking that you smell really good, Sir.” Without thinking, she kissed his neck, and he froze.

“I’m sorry, Sir, I should have asked permission before I did that.” She was not sorry at all. She wanted to kiss him.

“Cookie, I’ll allow it for now, but don’t do that again, unless I give you permission.” He kissed her on the cheek and deposited her in the warm bathtub.

The water was warm and lavender scented. Her favorite. How did he know? She reclined and found a bathtub pillow to rest her head on.

“Don’t fall asleep in the bathtub, sweetheart. Here, drink some water.” Sweetheart, does that mean the scene is finished? She said nothing, waiting for him to tell her what to do next.

He put the water bottle to her lips, and she took it from him, drinking it all in a matter of seconds. He took the bottle from her. She rested her head on the pillow again, unable to sit upright. She was exhausted. I guess having four orgasms in a single night does that to people, she thought.

“I know you are tired, sweetheart, but I want us to talk about the scene. I want to hear your feedback. Not as my sub, but as Jasmine, ok?”

“Ok.”

He rubbed her back, chest, and abdomen with what felt like a small towel. Then, gave her the towel, instructing her to clean between her thighs. He said it was essential to thoroughly clean the area to prevent infection. When she was done, he asked her to stand up and helped her step out of the tub, wrapping her in a deliciously warm robe. He took her hand and guided her out of the bathroom. He placed what felt like her masquerade mask in her hand and stood behind her.

“I am going to remove your blindfold so that you can put your mask back on.”

She donned the mask as soon as he removed the blindfold. She knew it was probably dumb to keep wearing the masquerade mask, but for some reason, it gave her a sense of control to withhold this from him. It was not just about anonymity; it was about protecting herself from being hurt. If she pretended she was someone else, she could easily go back to being Elain if things went awry with Shadowsinger. Deep down, she knew it was only a matter of time before he, too, found her to be uninteresting and left her. But she will stay in this fantasy as long as she can, pretending to be sexy Jasmine, the one who could join a sex club and have the best sex she could have in her dull life.

“Did you bring your comfy pajamas?”

She jumped, not realizing she had spaced out for God knows how long.

“Uh, yes, they’re in my overnight bag. Let me get them.”

“You went somewhere, where were you just now. Talk to me.”

“It is not important, just remembered something.”

He didn’t push, and she was grateful for his quiet understanding. Sometimes, you don’t want to talk and only want to sit in silence next to someone who wants to breathe the same air as you. She thought she had found that in Greysen, but she had built an image of him that did not exist in reality. She only recognized her mistake when it was already too late, and he broke her heart in a million pieces. Never again would she try to mold herself into someone else's life, surrendering parts of herself to fit it.

She put on her spare clean underwear and her comfy pajamas. She loved the feel of brushed cotton because it was soft to the touch and breathable. Thinking about it, they were probably not sexy, like those on the sultry women in a Victoria’s Secret ad. She didn’t even like the silk slip because of the lace trim. She actually disliked lace underwear so much that she threw it out after her breakup with Greysen. They felt scratchy on her skin and constantly irritated her private parts. She only wore the ones Greysen bought her, because he wanted her to. Elain liked simple cotton hip huggers with cute designs, like hearts or flowers, and the occasional thong for some outfits. Still, she could not stand them if they were not made of cotton. Her Pijama bottoms were simple white shorts that hung low on her hips, and the camisole’s hem fell just below her belly button. She grabbed the sleep mask she bought—a silky-soft mask in white and gold with a cute white rose design — and put it on the nightstand near what she deemed “her side” of the bed. She got her toothbrush and toothpaste and found Shadowsinger already in the bathroom brushing his own teeth.

She grinned at him as he was struggling to brush with the mask on.

“Brushing teeth with this masquerade mask on is a challenge, isn’t it?”

He spat his toothpaste on the sink.

“Yes. I was going to ask if it's okay with you if I remove my mask. I don’t care if you see my face. If you want to keep your mask, I have no problem with it, but this shit on my face is killing me.”

She laughed, a bit nervously, because she wasn’t sure she wanted to do the same just yet. So she just shrugged and looked at him with interest.

“Go for it. I’m keeping mine on. I like the air of mystery it gives me.”

He took off the mask, and Elain’s breath caught in her throat, almost choking on her own spit as she swallowed thickly. Mother of God, she had underestimated how much the mask was covering. With the mask, she thought he was handsome. The strong square jaw, perfect lips, and lovely eyes already told her that. However, without the mask, his whole face became otherworldly, like the face of a devastatingly gorgeous man sculpted by an ancient God. His eyes were even more striking and piercing when accentuated by the thick, dark eyebrows previously hidden from her. His straight nose and high cheekbones added to the impossible masculine beauty before her. Much too late, she realized she was staring… with her mouth open, when he smirked at her, and he was closing her mouth with his index finger under her chin. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“What happened, sweet Jasmine. Is my real face so ugly you have to stare as if you’ve seen a ghost or a monster?” He was obviously joking and making fun of her. He surely knows he is handsome, probably has a harem of conquests telling him that.

“Come on, Shadowsinger, I’m sure you get this reaction from every woman you meet. You probably have groupies and all.” She decided to turn it into a joke, or she would continue gawking and make things more awkward. She was already feeling self-conscious. What is this demi-God doing with her? She was average. He could probably date a supermodel if he wanted. No, he should be dating one of her sisters instead; they are the real bombshells.

“I am not a rock star, so no groupies. I am a gremlin that hides in the shadows of a dark and dreary office all day. Not a lot of time to get much attention from the opposite sex or even the same sex, for that matter.”

She snorted, not believing a single word that came out of that delightfully plump mouth of his.

“Sure, a gremlin. More like a dark and mysterious shadow daddy, who has all the damsels in the kingdom at his feet.”

“Shadow daddy? What the hell is that?”

“Never mind. It’s a booktok thing. You don’t want to know. You would be extremely popular there if you did audio voice-overs of book boyfriends. Probably would get a million followers in a week.”

She laughed because he made a face as if she were speaking a foreign language.

“Well, I’ll take your word for it. Truth is, I don’t even have social media. I don’t want to broadcast what I do every day. I’m not that interesting anyway.”

“Trust me, you are all the better for it.” She thought it was funny that he was as self-deprecating as she was.

Elain began brushing her teeth, and the mask was really a nuisance. She ushered him out so she could close the door and take it off to finish. Taking the chance to pee, she winced a little bit as it was still raw from all his attentions. She looked around for intimate wipes, and sure enough, there were some. The kind that had soothing witch hazel, and the other kind that was scented. She chose witch hazel for its healing properties. Looking at herself one more time in the mirror, she removed the pins of her loose bun, which was already halfway undone from writhing in bed. Elain opted to let her hair down, using her fingers to untangle some of her curls.

When she came out of the bathroom, Shadowsinger was already sitting in bed, a pillow at his back to cover the uncomfortable slats of the headboard. This bed was obviously not made for comfortable sitting or sleeping. She came around to the other side and climbed in, also putting the pillow on the slats to sit up.

“Come closer to me, sweetheart.” He padded the spot where he wanted her, and she scooched closer, moving the pillow with her. He put his arm around her shoulders and grabbed her hand with the other.

“So, every time we have a scene, I like to discuss the things you liked and the things you didn’t like so much. The more I know your likes and dislikes, the better the experience is for you.”

“I was initially apprehensive because I didn’t know how to behave and what it would be like to surrender control. I really liked that you explained everything before we started the scene and made me feel comfortable. I really appreciated that you changed your plan to accommodate my fear of bondage.”

“Of course, Sweetheart. I would not dare do anything that makes you uncomfortable. It would defeat the purpose of this arrangement, which is our mutual pleasure.”

“Once the scene started and you blindfolded me, it was very intense. You were right, losing my sense of sight made everything else more acute. I liked how you touched me with, what was it, a feather or something?”

“Yep, a feather duster.”

“I honestly can’t think of anything I didn’t like. It was the best experience of my life.”

“Really, what about when I punished you?”

She bit her lip, and he brought his thumb to caress it.

“What did I tell you about biting your lip. It’s not fair. You got mad at me for licking your lips and almost stopped the scene. If we were in the scene right now, I’d be punishing you again for teasing me.”

She knew he was joking, but she bit her lip again in challenge.

“Jasmine.” He sighed

“What? We are not in a scene now, are we?”

“No, we are not.” He looked into her eyes, then her lips. His hand tightened its grip on hers. She shifted and looked away, breaking the spell.

“Well. When you punished me, I was initially scared, because I didn’t know what to expect. If I'm honest, when I looked at some videos online about it, I couldn't understand how getting spanked could feel good for the subs. But after today, I understand them. I was surprised that I liked the feeling of anticipation and pain, combined with the pleasure of your touch afterward.”

“I could see you liked it. I was initially only going to give you three light spanks, but you got so worked up, I decided to up the ante and made it five.”

“The food play was my favorite of it all: the honey, the champagne, the whipped cream, etc. Dear God, whatever you did with your fingers while eating the whipped cream off me, please do it again. You made me see stars.”

He laughed.

“Yes. It’s called the G-Spot. I bet your selfish ex-boyfriend couldn’t even find the clit, let alone the G-Spot.”

She snorted and began laughing so hard that her belly hurt.
“No, he probably wouldn’t find it if I gave him a map.”

“I noticed you have very sensitive nipples. I think you would have come without the vibrator just from me touching, licking, and suckling them. Did you like that?”

Her cheeks heated profoundly. The way he said it made her core tingle again.

“Yes, I did. Very much.”

“I already know you love it when I eat your pussy, but was it too much when I forced a second orgasm?”

“I initially thought so, but once I relaxed and let you do it, it felt so good, I thought I was floating in space, when I came back to it in your arms.”

“Anything you would have liked me to do that we didn’t get to do?”

Elain wanted to ask him about sex, actual sex. She was dying to see him fully naked. Now that he was shirtless and only in his boxers, Elain could see the outline of his considerable length, and her mouth essentially watered. She had to look away to stop ogling.

“Come on, Sweetheart, out with it.”

“Um, we have met twice, and both times, you have been partially or fully clothed. I know I was supposed to be tied up today, but I really, really wanted to touch you. All of you.”

“Is that so? What do you want to touch, sweet Jasmine?”

Oh no, he is going to make her describe in detail what she wants. She whimpered.

“I want to see you naked, completely naked. I want to touch EVERY part of you. I also want to have sex with you.”

“We are already having sex, Oral sex. You are going to have to be more explicit.”

The bastard was smirking; he really was pushing her to say it out loud. So, she decided, right then and there, that she was going to turn the tables on him and rattle him. Right now, she was “Jasmine”, not his sub, so she could do whatever she wanted. In one quick move, she got up on her knees and turned to straddle him. Sitting directly on his lap, with her palms on his chest, she leaned in to speak in his ear, in the sultriest tone she could muster.

“I am saying, Shadowsinger, that I want your cock. I want to touch it, possibly lick and suck it dry. Then I want you to fuck me and make me come around it.” She was not very good at dirty talk, but she was learning.

She felt him harden under her, and a great sense of satisfaction filled her. His heart was hammering beneath her palm. Mission accomplished, she thought. She got up from his lap and sat back down on the bed next to him, as demurely as possible, with her hands in her lap. He was rattled, alright — speechless — and looking at her like she was a newfound gold mine. He finally regained composure and cleared his throat.

“Jasmine, you don’t have to ask for it. Just come and get it. Whether we are in a scene or not, I am all yours to do as you please. But, if you want me to fuck the daylights out of you, that is exactly what I’ll do, and I’ll ruin you for every other man out there, because you are going to come so hard, you will forget your own name.”

She did ask for it, didn’t she? Why did this man’s dirty mouth always do a number on her? Now her clean underwear was totally ruined, and her core was throbbing again. She would definitely take him up on the offer to jump him at her leisure. Right now, though, she was about to collapse with exhaustion. She needed to have stamina to ride this fantastic man.

“Can we cuddle? I loved it when we cuddled on the couch last time. I promise to keep my hands to myself.” She asked innocently.

“Sweetheart, don’t make promises you can’t keep. But yes, turn off the lamp on your side, unless you like sleeping with a light on?”

“No, I like total darkness.”

“Me too. I prefer shadows.”

With that, Elain moved to turn off the lamp, take off the masquerade mask, and put on her sleeping mask.

When she lay down on her pillow, he pulled her towards him with a single arm around her waist—spooning her. He was significantly larger than she, so his chin was over her head. A perfect fit. He splayed his hand over her stomach possessively, under her camisole. His other arm was underneath her pillow. It took Elain a while to settle. His warm, hard body behind her, along with his muscled arms around her, felt like home. This feeling burrowed deep in her chest, and she finally succumbed to a deep sleep.

MOODBOARDS / INSPIRATION for this Chapter

Az's expensive Dom outfit. A $5,000 plus Solstice gift from Designer obsessed brother Rhysand

Elain's Sexy Garden Fairy Outfit and Silk Slip:

The BDSM Room:

Sensation Play