Master of Minds, Master of Me

My heart is pounding as I open the door to the drawing room. All the other candidates, except Florentia, are already sitting and having tea.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” I say, bowing to them politely.

I feel the stone move as I do that. Oh God. This is so awkward. They all greet me, and I go to sit in one of the empty chairs, forcing my usual gentle smile. I focus on what they are talking about. Most of them are excited about the dancing lessons that start tomorrow, since it’s basically free time from studying. I didn’t exactly enjoy the dancing last time, but I’m honestly a little excited now, only because I know Felix is going to dance with me every day.

I try my best to join their conversation now and then, but it’s hard.

I take the cup and am just about to take a sip when the stone inside me suddenly starts vibrating. I gasp and spill some tea on the table.

Oh God, this is horrible. All the others turn to look at me, and one maid rushes to clean my mess.

“Lady Lorelia, are you alright?”

I try my best to act calmly and ignore the vibration in my pussy.

“Yes, I apologize. There was a sudden cramp in my hand.”

Swiftly, everyone returns to their conversation, and I hold my cup so tightly I’m afraid it will break soon. The vibration doesn’t stop. Why the hell doesn’t he just stop? I would have guessed Tedracil should realize already that Felix isn’t answering.

I feel like bursting, but just then the vibration stops. I exhale heavily in relief. Felix really is nuts for making me do something like this. And why the hell did I even agree to this? Maybe I’m the one who’s nuts.

It takes about five minutes before the stone starts buzzing again, and I freeze. I look around me, but this time no one seems to notice.

Thank God. I try to keep my focus on the talking, but soon I start to clench my thighs together under the table.

Crap. No, don’t enjoy it, you idiot! If I get lost in the pleasure, then surely everyone will notice. It just keeps buzzing and buzzing, and I feel the pressure increasing.

Oh, please God. Help me not to come. I can’t come here, not when there are others around. But the orgasm creeps in, slowly but surely. I hold my breath as I focus on breathing normally. I close my eyes, expecting the wave of pleasure to wash over me.

The vibration stops.

I exhale heavily again, a little desperately perhaps. My eyes jolt open in panic as I look around, making sure no one is looking at me. And they aren’t. No, no need to be desperate. I should exhale in relief. It’s a good thing I didn’t come.

The whole teatime moves in the same pattern. The vibration comes and goes. I grow so close to my climax every single time, but it always stops just before I reach the top. I feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, my panties soaked, and I know my dress probably has a wet spot too. At some point, some ladies move to sit on the couch to chat more casually. But I don’t. I can’t. If I do, I risk someone seeing the wet spot on my dress. I sit glued to this chair, hoping this is soon over and I’m finally able to come. If Felix isn’t going to make me come after this torture, I swear I’ll smack him.

When finally all the ladies have left, and I sit alone in the room, I let my body relax, slumping back against the backrest.

But I gasp again as the stone starts vibrating once more. I let silent moans escape this time, finally able to surrender to it fully. I lift my hem and slide my hand to rub my clit over the soaking-wet panties. I can’t wait for Felix to come get me; I just do it myself. I need to come now.

“Hmm… Aren’t you an impatient, pretty flower?”

I open my eyes and see Felix sitting on top of the table right in front of me, tilting his head, looking so pleased.

I pull my hand away, feeling embarrassed for getting caught. I can’t believe Felix saw me touching myself. Please God, let me sink underground to hide. But the stone is still vibrating, and I do my best to suffocate my whimpers.

He lowers his foot onto my chair, landing between my legs, and pushes it farther so my legs are no longer under the table. Thankfully, the vibration stops. I watch as Felix slides his belt off and, surprisingly, hands it to me.

“I think an obedient pretty flower like you knows what to do with this already.”

I gulp visibly and take the belt. I slide it around my neck and slip the leather through the buckle. My pussy pulses with excitement. I hand the end of the belt back to Felix, and he takes it.

“Take off the panties.”

I slide them off obediently.

“Now, don’t let my presence interrupt you. Please just continue what you were doing.”

I stare at him in disbelief. Is he saying I should keep touching myself? While he watches?

He yanks the belt, tightening it around my neck.

“It was a command, not a request.”

He places both feet on my thighs and spreads them wide. I hesitantly move my hand between my legs. I feel too conscious about what I’m about to do. Is he really just going to watch?

I move my fingers to rub my clit, and my lips part. I’ve been on the edge so many times already that it doesn’t take long before I feel the climax closing in slowly. I look at him, his eyes turning dark. His gaze is drilled to my pussy, and it’s impossible to miss his hardening cock inside his pants.

Seeing him like that, being aroused by looking at me, gives me confidence, and I touch myself more roughly. I move my fingers to my entrance and let two fingers slide in. His muscles tense, and his eyes devour the sight of me. I move my free hand to rub my clit as I keep finger-fucking myself with the other.

“I have to say, Lo, I have never seen you this wet. Should I be jealous?”

“For what?”

“That my assistant was the one who got you so fucking wet. Your dress is all ruined from your arousal.”

I don’t know how to answer that, so I keep silent. He yanks the belt.

“So should I be jealous?”

I shake my head.

“You really look divine, Lo. Just like you did when you touched yourself in your room that one day. You even choked yourself, didn’t you?”

What? He saw that? I stop moving, too shocked and embarrassed.

He yanks again, the leather tightening around my neck.

“I didn’t give you permission to stop touching.”

I gulp and sink my fingers inside me again.

“I want you to tell me what you thought about when you came to your own fingers that day.”

Oh God. Do I really have to? That’s just too embarrassing. But I want to do what he wants. If hearing it makes him happy, I’ll do it.

“I thought about what you did in the Underground. I thought about how you felt, your fingers and your mouth.”

“Hm…” He sounds pleased as he frees his dick from his pants and starts slowly stroking it.

I just stare at him, pleasing himself. Just the sight of him makes my pussy clench with need.

“Keep talking.”

“I… I imagined what you would think or say if you knew what I was doing.”

“And what did you think I would say to you?”

I avert my gaze, feeling too shy to continue. But the leather tightens again, forcing me to look back.

“Be a good girl and tell me.”

“That you would look at me with heated eyes, telling me how dirty I am.”

“What else?”

“That you would choke me, saying how divine I look when I’m so needy for you.”

A husky moan leaves him as he keeps pleasuring himself. The sound pulls the orgasm closer.

“What else?”

“I…” My cheeks burn, but I force the rest out. “I imagined you ordering me to come, like a—” The words stick in my throat.

He pulls the belt, forcing my face closer as he leans in.

“Like a?”

“Like a good little slut.”

He growls, and oh God, I’m so close. I speed up, feeling the pressure gathering in my core.

“Stop.”

I halt, whimpering. The rising orgasm fades painfully. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been inches from the top. I stay silent.

“Want to come?”

I nod desperately.

“Give me your hand.”

I lift it, and he grabs my wrist, raising it. He slowly sinks my soaked fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. Then he leans back lazily, holding the belt. His dick stands hard in front of me, precum glistening on the tip. I bite my lip.

“Open your mouth.”

I do. He yanks the belt, making me gasp.

“Now show me what a good little slut you are, pretty flower.”

I lean in, licking the precum first. His dick twitches. I circle the tip with my tongue before slowly taking him in. He exhales huskily as my lips surround him. I move, sucking and licking, wanting to please him. I look up at him, and his dark stare makes my pussy clench again.

I move my hand back to my pussy, desperate for more. But before I can touch myself, he tightens the belt and grabs my hair, pushing my head all the way down. I gag as his cock presses into my throat. My eyes water as he pulls me back up.

“I didn’t permit you to touch yourself. Hands on my thighs where I can see them.”

I grip his pants tightly as I continue pleasing him. His hand is still in my hair like a warning. His muscles tense beneath my fingers.

Then the buzzing starts again inside me. I always thought Felix exaggerated how much Tedracil pesters him, but I guess he was right. I lose focus as the vibration pulls the orgasm back.

He shoves my head down again, cutting my airway. I choke and gasp.

“I’m really starting to get jealous here. Even when you’re throat-deep on my cock, Ted still steals your attention.”

He pulls me up and shoves me down again. Tears fall down my cheeks. The punishment only pushes me closer to the edge.

But then the vibration stops again. His cock muffles my frustrated cries as I lose the orgasm once more.

He releases me, lifts me onto the table, and pulls the stone out. I feel empty without it, so hollow. He sticks his tongue out and licks it.

This man really has some serious issues. How can he always be so obsessed with tasting me like that? It’s weird. But still, my pussy clenches from the sight. Apparently, I have some serious issues too.

He rubs his dick against my entrance, and I nudge closer.

“You have no idea how fucking divine you look, Lo. If the dictionary had a picture for lecherous, it would be you right now. My naughty pretty flower, always aching for more. Am I right?”

I nod. Of course, I’m aching for more. Since he isn’t letting me come. The stone starts to vibrate again in his hand, and he lowers it, pressing it against my swollen clit.

And oh God, that feels so ecstatic. My body tenses as the rush pours over me. I’m coming so fast. The yank from the bell makes me open my eyes and look at him.

“Does it feel good?”

I nod.

“Are you going to come?”

Another nod. I think I’m already coming; there is no stopping it. Even if he takes the stone away, I don’t think it will stop my orgasm anymore.

“Feel free to come. I’ll still fuck you. I’ll fill your needy cunt with my cum, no matter how much your body trembles, needing a break. I’ll use you however I want. You like being used, don’t you?”

His dick slides inside me as the climax crashes down. All that excruciating edging I have suffered the whole tea-time, somehow makes the orgasm feel more violent than ever. I feel his dick stretching me as my pussy pulsates from the orgasm. My voice is so loud that I’m sure someone in the Palace will hear me, but I can’t just shut my mouth. I need to somehow release the heat inside me, the explosion that has been smouldering for so long. Just waiting for an eruption.

As he starts to fuck me, grunting heavily, my orgasm just stretches on. It feels never-ending, the pulsing, the waves, the shivers just don’t stop. His hand suddenly comes over my mouth, shutting my voice.

‘’My pretty flower surely is a loud one. As much as your moans and screams are music to my ears, you need to remember where we are, pretty flower. People will hear you.’’

His dick sinks so deep inside me that I think it’s physically impossible to be silent. Especially when my pussy is still trying to recover from the orgasm. He withdraws his hand and tightens the belt around my neck. Then starts to wrap it around my head, making the belt go over my mouth, sinking between my lips. I taste the leather on my tongue. When the belt is tightly secured, his hand grabs my face, squeezing my cheeks as he leans closer.

“Be a good little slut and take what you asked for.”

He moves his hand to my waist, sinking his fingers deep in my skin. So deep that I think it will bruise. It hurts. And then he fucks me even harder. Each thrust feels like an attack against my internal organs. Like he literally wants to break me down.

I scream through the belt. I desperately tried to move my body away from him, begging for a break. I’m not sure if I even want a break. Even though this fucking hurts, I already feel a new orgasm creeping in on me.

Oh, please forgive me, God. I don’t know at what point my brain got so messed up that I get so freaking aroused by Felix taking me so violently. There is just something thrilling about someone wanting me this much. That they would force them upon me just to have me. It makes me feel so good in a very wrong way. Even if it hurts. Even if it breaks me.

I feel wanted. I feel free.

I also feel my tears starting to pour out of my eyes more and more. Not sure if they are from happiness or from the pain. I come again, the belt barely helps muffling my sound. But it’s not only my voice anymore. Felix’s animalistic grunts and low moans are there too. I feel him growing in size inside me, my pussy begging for him to come too.

And he does. Watching him come is always so captivating. To know that he came because of me. That I made him feel good. It’s addictive to see him feeling good or pleased.

He stays still for a while, buried deep within me. His eyes focus on me, and soon he removes the belt from my mouth and yanks it, making me gasp for air while he leans closer. He kisses my cheeks, taking away my fallen tears. When I see his face again, his expression is soft and his smile warm.

“You okay, Lo?”

I nod. I’m still too out of breath to speak. He kisses me, and I kiss him back.

‘’Fuck I love my pretty flower so much.’’ He murmurs against my lips.

I force myself to speak, my voice a little hoarse since the belt is still choking me.

‘’I love you, Felix. And I think you are the divine one.’’

He withdraws a little and looks at me with narrowed eyes, like inspecting me suspiciously.

‘’You know that blasphemy, right?’’

I chuckle, or at least try to chuckle, and the belt loosens around my neck a little bit.

‘’Who cares for blasphemy when sinning feels so freaking good?’’

He takes the belt away from my neck and smirks.

‘’Oh my. I really did drag you to the pit of sins, didn’t I? My little fallen angel.’’

I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him back to a kiss and speak against his lips.

‘’You did. So better take responsibility for your actions.’’

He chuckles.

‘’Lucky for you, I’m a gentleman and never run away from responsibilities.’’

‘’Yeah, right.’’ I roll my eyes.

He withdraws. ‘’Did you just roll your eyes at me?’’

‘’You literally shoved a communication stone into my pussy to run away from your responsibilities.’’

‘’Woah woah woah. No need to point out useless details.’’

I smile and pull him against me again. Since I could never get enough of his kisses. I try to remind myself from time to time that this happiness is only temporary. Our major problems haven’t vanished anywhere; they are just waiting for time to pass by. But even if we fail this time. Even if I need to break my heart a million times with him.

I know that all those heartbreaks are worth knowing him.