Dungeon Master by Golden Angel

Chapter Eighteen

Gavin

Watching Leah carefully, Gavin could tell she was getting close to climax as the clamp on her clit did its work. She was squirming more, and it wasn’t the flogger, but because of the sensations she was creating on her own. Her upper back and shoulders and the swells of her arse were a pretty shade of dark pink from the flogger.

Putting down the flogger, Gavin quickly removed his kilt and slicked some lube over his cock. Leah didn’t even seem aware the flogging had stopped, which told him just how lost she was in the sensations.

Despite this being their second public sex scene in the Outlands, there were murmurs from their audience—some still in surprise, others in satisfaction. Gavin grinned. He’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist. There was something primal about taking his woman in front of people, unmistakably claiming her as his own.

Mine. Don’t touch.

Fisting his cock in his lube-slicked fingers, he felt his own anticipation surge, the thick length hardening further in his hand. When he got behind Leah, he rubbed his fingers over her pussy lips, adding to the wetness already there. He could hear her whimpers, but when he touched her, she moaned, pushing her hips back at him. Giving the chains to her wrist restraints a quick adjustment, Gavin stepped behind her and curled his fingers around her hips, pulling her back toward him.

The chains lengthened, so she was bent over even more, her head now resting against the padding where her stomach would have been. Lining up his cock with her pussy, he thrust forward, burying half his cock inside her. Leah cried out as he filled her, the silken heat of her pussy gripping the length of his shaft. She was hot and swollen around him, her muscles clenching and pulsing, massaging him.

Keeping a firm grip on her hips, he pulled back out and thrust, deeper this time, burying himself in her slick channel. Leah’s muscles shuddered around him, spasming pleasurably as they moaned in unison. He slapped her ass, making her clench around him, her pussy squeezing his cock in a tight vise of ecstasy.

“Yes, love, just like that.” He spanked her again, plowing into her from behind with the vigor of his much younger self. Tomorrow his muscles might regret it, but right now, all he cared about was Leah’s sweet cunt wrapped around his cock and the tremors of her body as she neared orgasm.

* * *

Leah

The sharp swats against her ass added another element of pain to the overwhelming sensual bliss Gavin had dropped her into. Moaning, writhing, Leah hung from her restraints, her legs trembling with the effort of keeping herself up. Thankfully, Gavin’s hand on her hip gave her extra support, as did his thrusting cock. She was pinned in place between him and the cross, her breasts and chain bouncing and jiggling beneath her.

The sensitive nub of her clit throbbed harder than ever as if it was trying to burst out of the clamp, but there was no escaping its painful grip. The sensations collided, sparking off each other and creating tiny explosions as the air seemed to shimmer around her.

“Gavin!” His name fell from her lips as her entire body clenched and released, ecstasy streaming through her.

He moved harder, faster, approaching his own orgasm as she sobbed with the intense pleasure of her own. The rapture rolled on and on, pouring through her, consuming her. Every tug of the clamps on her nipples and clit sent another paroxysm of pleasure surging along her nerves until the ecstasy from each climax blended together, and she couldn’t tell where one ended and the next one began.

Gavin finally buried himself inside her, his cock pulsing against the squeezing walls of her pussy and flooded her with his own release.

Sagging, Leah could barely keep herself up. She heard Gavin bark some orders, but the words didn’t come together to make sense in her head. A moment later, there were extra pairs of hands helping her stay upright as the leather cuffs around her wrists were removed, then she found herself wrapped up in a blanket and carried off to the aftercare area.

Notby Gavin, she realized when she was passed off onto his lap. Sleepily, she nuzzled into him, giggling a little at the idea that she’d been passed around like a happy little orgasm-drunk parcel.

“What is so funny, mo chridhe?”

“Me.” She giggled again, feeling more than hearing his chuckle rumbling through his chest.

Everything felt wonderful, and she was also having trouble keeping her eyes open. Each blink felt heavier than the last until her lids went down and stayed there. Sighing, Leah gave herself over to the orgasm-induced exhaustion, knowing Gavin would keep her safe.

* * *

Gavin

Hand stroking up and down Leah’s blanket-covered body, Gavin observed the club around them. His body ached a little. The chair he’d used last week had been a lot kinder to his body than the standing position tonight.

Hopefully, he’d be able to convince Leah to come home with him sometime and do a scene there. He loved the club, and scening here fed his exhibitionist side, he would certainly enjoy having a bed—both to use during the scene and to collapse onto afterward.

There was no shame needing help to pick up Leah and get her over to the aftercare station after the scene. In her current state, she was basically dead weight. Still, it was a reminder he was getting older. Lowering his lips to her head, he gave her temple a gentle kiss.

Thiswas the older he wanted—Leah cradled in his arms, both of them cuddled together—but he wanted to go home to the same house after and wake up in the same bed. Spend their evenings together and when they eventually both retired, spend their days together. Leah was his retirement plan.

That was still years off for her. He could probably sell the Outlands any time. He doubted he would do so until she retired. Though he could start practicing by not having to be here all the time, especially on the weekends. Compromise. Before, he’d expected Leah would understand he needed to be here, and she had.

Tonight, for the first time, he wished he wasn’t here, which was unexpected. He’d assumed eventually, he’d start releasing the club’s reins a little, but he hadn’t thought it would be any time soon. It would be an adjustment but a worthwhile one. Leah would know and understand what a big step it was for him and how much it meant.

Who knew that he’d get better at bending as he aged rather than more inflexible? Funny how that happened. Not that Leah had changed him or even that her absence in his life had changed him, he wouldn’t put that onus on her, but the lack of her in his life, in the way he wanted, had made him want to change.

“Aw, aren’t you two cute?” Cyana came to a stop in front of him with Mistress Amara by her side, both of them grinning down at them. Amara was several inches taller than Cyana, her skin several shades darker, with very short hair shaved almost to the skin on the sides with short-cropped curls on top of her head. “How are your knees feeling?”

“A little creaky,” he admitted, making them laugh. Leah shifted in his arms at the sound but quickly settled back down. “What can I do for ye?”

He knew they wouldn’t have interrupted his aftercare time with Leah if they hadn’t wanted something from him. The two exchanged glances before returning their focus to him, apologetic expressions on their faces.

“Alex is ready to sign a club contract with Paul but wants someone to go over it with him.” Cyana said ‘someone,’ but they all knew she meant Gavin, who never let anyone else go over club contracts with submissives who requested help. He wanted to make personally sure they were advocated for.

Mistress Amara was good friends with Alex. She had been the one to sponsor him to the club and was very protective. He’d been skittish when first joining the club since he hadn’t been ‘out’ publicly, in addition to being new to kink. That he was finally ready to sign a club contract was an amazing sign of progress.

Which was why she and Cyana came to help get Gavin. Pre-divorce, Gavin would have given Leah’s aftercare over to a trusted friend, so he could take care of business. She said she understood, and he always came right back to her as soon as he could. It was something she hadn’t brought up in any of their fights or during the divorce, but Gavin found himself reluctant to leave her, his arms tightening around her.

Well, he had just been thinking about giving over some control and responsibilities in the club. Did he really need to be the one to go over the contract with Alex? No. If anything, Amara would be even more aggressive, making sure Alex understood every part of it and agreed to all the terms because it was personal for her. Which wasn’t any different from other times in the past when Gavin had insisted on being part of the process, but that was because he hated giving up control.

Especially when a club contract was being signed in his club.

Maybe this was what personal growth felt like—slightly painful but also a relief.

“Can you two take care of it?”

Mistress Amara blinked in obvious surprise while Cyana smiled approvingly.

“Of course, I can,” Amara said. She glanced at Cyana. “We can.” Since Cyana was not only Gavin’s friend but one of the Dungeon Monitors, she’d be a good stand-in for him.

There was an odd tightness in his chest, and he felt a little antsy at the thought of not being part of the process, but he also felt he was right where he was supposed to be right now. Who knew how long Leah would be out of it. He wasn’t leaving her side until she was more coherent, and it wasn’t fair to make Alex and Paul wait since Gavin didn’t know when he’d be available—or if he’d be available tonight.

“You can use my office. Leave a copy of the contract on my desk.” He would look it over later. That was part of the reason he liked to be part of the process. He wanted to make sure he knew the terms of every club contract. So far, there had only been one incident, ever, where he’d had to step in because a Dom violated the terms of the contract, and the submissive had been too far gone into subspace to safe word, but even one was too many as far as Gavin was concerned.

Who would keep track of all the contracts and terms on nights when he didn’t come into the Outlands?

Figure it out later. Baby steps. Start with this.

Amara nodded, straightening up and stalking off through the crowd.

Stepping forward, Cyana patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s about time,” she murmured before following after Amara. Good to know she approved.

Leaning back against the sofa, Gavin made himself relax. He couldn’t be in two places at once, and he’d decided to put Leah first from here on out. This was proof he could do so. She was asleep, and he didn’t plan on telling her since he didn’t think he could do so without sounding awkward or pushy.

But he knew he’d done it.