“No, mistress,” I quietly said.
“Good boy. So you behave yourself, learn your lessons, and together we’ll show them a true dom-slave relationship.”
Fuck. She was so sure of herself, so powerful, right then I fell even more in love with her.
“Oh! You!” Emory said. My growing c**k pressed against her leg. “You’re not sleepy either.”
“Not anymore, mistress,” I said. Emory laughed and we pleasured each other. No leather, no ropes. Just the two of us exploring and delighting in shared ecstasy.
***
We did eventually sleep, but whatever was weighing on Emory’s thoughts came on full blown the next morning. I was already awake, just gazing at her sleeping face and the gentle rise and fall of her breasts under the sheet. I thought of the dreams, the “night flights”, and how she had come to me
