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His Mistress spoke softly to him. The young man turned his
attention to Elise and nodded his head, then crawled over to where she stood.
Without saying a word, he rose to his knees, his head parallel with Elise’s
pussy. He simply leaned forward and began to lick her. His tongue split her
plump lips and surrounded her clit. He suckled it gently, teasing her to the
brink of madness. She turned her eyes back to Derek. His pants were unbuttoned
and his cock head was peeking out.
    Her entire being focused on her lover, watching, waiting for
him to do something. She felt every lick and suck of the sub on his knees but
it was Derek’s face that held her gaze. His desire was written plainly across
it—his brows were drawn and his breathing was growing harsher by the second.
    But he seemed determined to torture them both.
    Elise lost track of time—she wasn’t sure if she’d been tied
up for an hour or days. Derek allowed others to touch her, bring her to the
brink of bliss only to be denied in the final moments. She was lightly flogged.
The clamps removed from her nipples sent a flood of fiery sensation roaring
through her. She was penetrated front and back with vibrating dildos. She was
licked and sucked from head to toe, softly, powerfully, so roughly it was
almost painful. Her body was wound so tight that a cool breeze across her
nipples would surely send her over the edge. And through it all, Derek watched,
his face a mask of dangerous passion, eyes nearly black with lust.
    As the last Dom removed his teasing fingers from her clit,
tears of frustration gathered in Elise’s eyes. Every neuron in her body was
misfiring—she was trembling with need. A need only Derek could remedy. He
finally seemed to hear her silent cry, or maybe he just couldn’t restrain
himself anymore, because he was suddenly there, close enough to touch, filling
her vision and heart.
    His eyes were glazed over with pure lust and something more.
Something deeper, needier. He was as wrecked as she, and it gave Elise a thrill
to know that she was able to make Derek tremble for her. But there was more to
it than the arousal. Derek had offered her the kind of pleasure most women
never even dreamed of, and in return she’d given him all of herself—her body,
of course, but her heart, her very will. It was all in Derek’s hands now.
    A tear escaped her eye and fell down her cheek. Derek leaned
his head against hers. His hands cupped her face. “Elise, I love you.” His
quiet declaration overwhelmed her as nothing else during the long night had,
and she allowed the tears to fall freely. It didn’t matter that the room was
full of strangers—in that moment there was only her and Derek.
    Elise chanced a glance around, wondering if submissives
sobbing their eyes out was a normal occurrence. It had to be if they regularly
felt anything close to what she was experiencing. To her surprise, the room was
nearly empty. No one left was actively playing, though several Doms and the
flame-haired Domme from earlier were gently tending their submissives. The
music had even stopped. Elise realized she’d been so lost in feeling Derek’s
body next to hers that she’d never noticed the room clearing out.
     
    Derek carefully released Elise from her bonds, pressing each
slender wrist against his mouth as he freed her from the heavy satin cord that
secured her to the brace. Once he’d made sure she was steady on her feet, he
began to unwind the scarlet rope that Wicked had bound her with so decadently.
She gasped and clutched at his shoulders as the blood flow returned to
something approaching normal. Derek gasped himself at the sight of the
beautiful, twisted rope pattern the bindings had left on her ivory skin. He’d
told Wicked he wanted her marked, and he knew Wicked had shared Derek’s wishes
with her, and Elise had taken it, had welcomed it.
    He was humbled by her compliance with his wishes. He was devastated by her surrender. For the first time in his adult