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Little Fox

Tessa was sulking, and it wasn't only from anxiety. She'd been excited about watching Gema scene onstage, and now she was going to miss it. The girl had certainly landed herself a very attractive Dom—no surprise there! Tessa felt a little smug over Sir Felix as well. It was his passionate, predatory energy more than his gorgeous looks. Really, the latter wasn't fair. A Dom already had the upper hand, so he shouldn't be allowed to have so many weapons in his arsenal. Wasn't that just overkill?

There were a handful of rooms backstage, like a real theatrical production, only instead of giant stars with an actor's name scrolled across it, they simply read Before and Aftercare. Inside one of the Before Care rooms, Sir Felix removed his tuxedo jacket, cufflinks and rolled his sleeves up to just under his elbows. Despite there being a vanity table and a full set of furniture in the room, it wasn't brightly lit, as she'd expected. The colors were all warm and calming, the lighting soft and dim. Calm was the last thing she was feeling, though, when he backed her into the wall, crowding her personal space without even touching her.

"Eyes up, my pet," he commanded.

No sooner had she complied, when he hooked the tip of his finger under the collection of taut chains against her chest and slowly lifted it toward him. Biting down on the moan that threatened to escape her throat, Tessa's eyes watered as the clamps tightened ever so slightly on her nipples and clit. The burning pleasure rippled through her entire being, as he slid his finger down the underside of the chain, keeping it lifted from her body until her clit felt like it was going to throb right off. She had to breathe hard through her nose because she knew the moment she opened her mouth, all of the sounds would escape beyond her control. She was already battling the ones promising to announce themselves whether her mouth was open or not. They were lodged in the base of her throat, making it difficult to swallow.

Watching her with those intense, hungry eyes, Sir Felix's mouth slowly turned up into a pleased smile.

"Good girl," he praised huskily.

When he made it down to her clit, at last, he slipped his finger out from under the chain and cupped her gently. Once again using the pads of his fingers to softly pet the damp folds of her pussy. Only this time, he let his middle finger slide between them, where all of the tell-tale signs of her arousal waited to coat it.

"Mmm, my wet little fox," he moaned, his irises darkening with primal lust. "You love the agony, don't you? The torment of denial, of forced, inescapable awareness?"

Tessa couldn't lie. "Yes, Sir."

It was too horribly true. Sex without the torment was just... dull. Her first serious relationship out of high school had been vanilla, and though it had ended amicably, it had left her feeling like something vitally important was missing. Luckily, she'd been born into the modern age, where all your questions could be answered with the click of a mouse and a good search engine. She'd found kink, read, and researched until she'd been brave enough to try it for real, and had never looked back. If it didn't break her down into a drenched mess of begging, needy wantonness before she was allowed to cum, then she didn't want to have anything to do with it.

"In another time and place," he said quietly, his fingers closing over the clamp. Tessa's muscles jerked involuntarily, causing him to grin wolfishly. "I could give you agony for days, draw your beloved torment out to the point of cruelty. What would my little fox do then, I wonder?"

His words wove through her mind like a spell, kicking the heat of lust into a steady smolder through her core. Her nipples ached, trying to harden further within the confines of the clamps, making her breasts swell with need. Tessa hoped that was rhetorical because the answer was too shamefully simple; she'd be at his complete and utter mercy. She would be a slave to his every whim, willing to do anything to have release. Anything.