Free My Obsession by Cassie Ryan

scream.
    But Master Brent’s voice told her to relax and wait for the next higher intensity, so she did just that.
    When the next jolt hit her, she squeaked as she flinched away. Again, it wasn’t painful, only a more intense feeling than the previous level had been.
    Her breath was coming in harsh pants, and for some reason the air suddenly smelled like a thunderstorm was brewing. It reminded her of the ozone smell that always lingered after such intense storms.
    She breathed deep and tried to adjust to the sensations, but her entire body felt hot and achy. Each zap of the wand sent zings radiating out over her, which left her feeling oversensitized. One more zap and her nerves began to feel raw and brittle.
    “Red,” she whispered, and Master Brent immediately turned off the wand and set it aside. He ran a hand over her sweaty face, brushing back the hair that had fallen into her eyes when she jerked and flinched during some of the zaps.
    “Sandra.”
    She couldn’t find the will to even open her eyes, let alone answer him.
    “Sandra,” came his strong voice again, this time laced with Dom command. “Look at me.”
    She forced herself to open her heavy eyelids and then concentrated on making her throat work.
    He loomed over her, concern clear in his expression. “Are you all right? Did you wait too long to red?”
    She shook her head and forced herself to speak. “No, sir. I’m fine. Just feeling a bit oversensitized. I need a few minutes to let my body calm down, that’s all.”
    He looked stern for a long moment but then his expression gentled, making her think he wanted to reach out and gather her into his arms. But then he nodded and shifted away, to give her some space and, she assumed, a minimum of tactile input while she recovered.
    Sandra realized she’d truly enjoyed the few peeks she’d seen of Master Brent’s Dom side. She didn’t feel controlled or manipulated; she felt cared for and safe. Free of the decisions and pressure that came with giving herself pleasure. It sounded absurd, but she couldn’t discount the sensation.
    “Thank you,” she said when her body had calmed a bit. She still wanted to come and wouldn’t mind being fucked senseless, but the violet wand would be on her list only with someone she trusted, and for very controlled play on the lowest settings.
    “You’re all right?” He handed her the shirt that she’d tossed on the floor and she nodded as she slipped it on. She sat up straighter, leaning against his shoulder and enjoying his warmth.
    She had hoped he’d put his arm around her, but instead he took her hand in his and threaded their fingers together.
    Sandra sighed and tilted her neck from side to side, working out some tenseness that had gathered during the session with the wand. But then she returned her gaze to the dungeon floor below them.
    To the right of the Domme using the violet wand was another couple. She gestured toward them. “I watched them together earlier up in the waiting area.”
    Brent followed her gaze and nodded. “They are both regulars, although they only play on the weekends. They always start up on the main dungeon level with relatively low-level play and then come down to Dungeon 2 to increase the spice a bit, depending on the night and their moods.” He swept his glance back over the couple before returning his gaze to Sandra. “They’ve been living the lifestyle in and out of the dungeon as a couple for a few years now and seem happier than a lot of the vanilla couples I know.
    “Would you like to watch more, or switch gears and go take care of the administrative details?”
    Sandra glanced at the scene and noted that the woman was currently strapped to a bondage bed. She lay on her back, a spreader bar between her ankles. A rope snaked down from the ceiling to lift the bar, which pulled up her knees and bared and opened her, leaving her in a wide-open position for her Dom to easily play with her pussy or her ass.
    Her arms were