Word count: ~8800
Themes: D/s with a masochistic dom and a non-sadistic sub (flogging), period sex, orgasm control
Summary: All the forces the ISSP can spare are after space pirates Sabinus and Olivia. But Sabinus has only one thing on his mind. And Olivia is inclined to oblige, despite the awkward timing.
Something's shifted in the relationship between Sabinus and his pet, though neither of them is willing or able to put it into words. Not that Sabinus is interested in semantics anyway. He's a space pirate, after all.
He's more interested in pushing boundaries. In finding out just where her limits are set.
As for Olivia? She's been waiting for Sabinus to make his move all this time. But she cannot ask of him what she herself has yet to give in turn. It's time for her to commit at last -- to accept that pain means something different to him than it does to her -- or let the game end here.
Something's shifted in the relationship between Sabinus and his pet, though neither of them is willing or able to put it into words. Not that Sabinus is interested in semantics anyway. He's a space pirate, after all.
He's more interested in pushing boundaries. In finding out just where her limits are set.
As for Olivia? She's been waiting for Sabinus to make his move all this time. But she cannot ask of him what she herself has yet to give in turn. It's time for her to commit at last -- to accept that pain means something different to him than it does to her -- or let the game end here.
Excerpt (250 words):
She felt him nudging at her legs, and after a moment understood what he wanted. Her back arched as she steadied herself and brought her knees closer together with a shudder, and he gripped onto her hip.
A light pat on her rump confirmed his approval, and it was all she could do to keep from moaning stupidly as he pressed on, sinking deeper and deeper, his full girth stretching her wide, filling her to the brink. The sensation was nearly too much to bear.
“Don’t come until I say so.”
Oh no. The last time he’d said that, he hadn’t even let her touch herself for days, and by the end of that ordeal she’d been sure she would explode at the slightest brush of the wind. It wasn’t like he would’ve known: as if dangling temptation before her, he’d told her that he kept her room visually unmonitored, and though she’d been convinced that it must be a ploy to catch her off guard, she’d soon realized it was the truth. That she could have relieved herself any time she wished, over and over again if necessary, and even if he suspected, even if he knew, he would’ve never been able to prove it.
But she would have hated herself for it. It would have been cheating. And at any rate it gave her far more satisfaction to abide by his demands than it did to pleasure herself.
So she had borne it.
She would bear it now. Though she’d already come so close once, and was halfway there again already.
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