“No, Sir.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “I just…don’t want to disappoint you, Sir.” She ended on a whisper, afraid to speak the words too loudly.
He stretched out over her, his warm breath against her cheek, and whispered, “Why do you think you’re going to disappoint me, kitten?”
“I’m not sure I like pain, Sir.”
“Who said anything about pain?”
“You said I’d be screaming, Sir.”
“Oh, make no mistake, kitten. You’ll be screaming. Just not from pain.”
With that, he crawled back down the bed, between her open legs, and pressed his lips against her inner knee. Oh, no! Karla tried to clamp her legs together, but, of course, they didn’t move.
“No, Sir. Not that.” The other night, she’d taken a shower just before their Shibari session. But she hadn’t taken a shower since this morning.
“What did you say to me?”
“Sir, please, it’s just that I don’t want you to…”
“It doesn’t matter what you want right now, Karla.” Oh, no. He was upset with her. “You do not have permission to speak unless I ask you a question. Do not give me any more orders, and, most definitely, do not tell me to stop anything I’m doing, unless you want to safeword. Is that clear?”
Tears pricked the backs of her eyelids. How was this different from being a slave? She still wanted to please him—and she’d failed yet again.
His lips pressed against her thigh and moved upward, the stubble of his beard abrading her sensitive skin, causing the opening of her pussy to clench and release in anticipation. What a traitor her body was. She didn’t want him to kiss her there and yet her pussy was ready to roll out the welcome mat.
“I…um…, Sir, please. I need to wash myself first.”
He sighed. “Don’t force me use a ball gag on you, brat. That would make me unable to hear your delightful screams.”
Her pussy clenched again. She remembered how loud she’d gotten during the rope suspension. She hoped no one was wandering around the house tonight.
“Stop worrying and give in to the explosion that’s about to hit your senses, kitten. I, on the other hand, intend to delight in the taste of your pussy.”
“No, Sir!” She needed to stop him before she grossed him out. She pulled against the wrist cuffs, hardly rattling the chains on her thighs and wrists. No use. She couldn’t move.
Adam growled. “Did you just tell your Dom no again?”
“No. I mean, yes, I did, but I really, really don’t want you to do this, Sir.”
“Now you’re in no position to disagree with me, are you?”
With herself splayed open and bound so tightly, she certainly wasn’t.
“Women worry too much about how they smell there. I assure you, I love to taste a woman’s primal essence on my tongue.”
Something melted inside her. He liked it? “Really? You’re not just being polite, are you, Sir?”
“No, kitten, when it comes to sex, I don’t have a polite bone in my body. Now, I have a very hungry beast that needs to be fed—by devouring your sweet, sexy pussy. But make no mistake, you will be punished later for being so willfully argumentative.”
Punishedt? She remembered the pain of the nipple clamps and wondered if he had something similar in mind. But he was torturing her nipples already—not nearly as much as they’d feel tortured when he removed the nooses, though. Would the pain be worse if associated with discipline?
His lips pressed against her thigh again and she felt his teeth nip the tender skin as he continued to move ever closer and closer. Karla held her breath and steeled herself for the onslaught of sensations to come, still worried about his reaction. He nipped her skin again and again. Closer and closer. What if he bit her clit? Oh, surely he wouldn’t. She felt dizzy, then realized she hadn’t drawn a breath in awhile. She sucked a huge amount of air into her lungs. Her nipples grew taut, causing the ropes to tighten around the swollen buds. She let her head fall back onto the pillow and willed her body to relax into the mattress.
Feel. Give in to the explosion.
Chapter Thirteen
Her clit throbbed, aching for some kind of contact, but he didn’t provide the stimulation she craved. Instead, his fingers spread her labia open and his tongue pressed insistently against the opening of her pussy, then stabbed inside her.
“Ohhh!” She couldn’t move her hips very well, but used her vaginal muscles to strangle his tongue, eliciting a tortured groan from him.
He pulled away. “You are determined to make me come undone, aren’t you, little minx?”
She gasped for air, then panted like the pet she was. “Payback, Sir, for torturing me like this.”
“Oh, kitten, I haven’t even begun to torture you. But I think that would be appropriate, in due time.”
Adam was teasing her? She nearly let out a giggle, before the threat of torture registered. His mouth descended once more. At least, she hoped he was teasing about the torture part, too. He pressed the backs of his hands against the juncture of her thighs, then used his thumbs to spread open her outer pussy lips. The cool air from the room, coupled with his breath against her exposed vulva, caused her clit to tighten, seeking in vain the warmth it had known within its sheltered hood. But his mouth soon spread warmth from her pussy to her clit when his flattened tongue licked her as if she were a melting ice-cream cone.
“Oh, God!” The chains clanged as Karla fought against the restraints. Thank God he’d used the restraints, because she knew she’d have tried to escape him otherwise, or closed herself off to his mouth. He’d taken away the ability for her to deny him access to her most private self. He’d removed her need for modesty or shyness.
Karla prepared for her personal explosion.
Rather than grant her the explosive release she sought, though, the tip of his tongue teased along one side of her clit hood, flicking lightly over her mini erection, then teased the other side of the hood. He nipped the inner flesh of her larger labia, and his teeth nibbled at her inner lips.
“Oh, my God!”
The intense sensation caused her to struggle against her restraints again, but whether to get away from him or to position herself where he could finally give her clit the attention it deserved, she wasn’t sure.
“I can’t last much longer, Sir. Please!”
His mouth left her pussy. Shit. She’s spoken again. Was he making a list of all her naughty transgressions? What kind of punishment would he devise? She waited, but he didn’t reprimand her again.
“Give you what, kitten?”
Direct question. Okay to answer. “You know what I need, Sir.”
“Yes, but I want to hear you beg for it. Tell me what you need.”
Beg? He’d reduced her to a quivering mass of raw nerves and now he wanted her to beg for more? Oh, sure. She could do that. Not a problem.
“Please, Sir. I need your fingers inside me, your hot tongue on my clit devouring your kitten’s pussy, and then I need you to drive your penis inside me over and over until you have taken total and complete control of your subbie’s body and mind.”
Adam’s breathing became labored. Had she gone too far? Well, he’d asked her to beg for what she needed—and that was exactly what she needed.
He didn’t say a word but she felt him move and, this time, when his lips encircled her clit, he drew it into his molten mouth. His teeth grazed the ultra-sensitive nubbin. Two fingers plunged deep inside her.
“Oh, God, yes, Adam! I mean, Sir Adam.” Karla fought to escape the restraints as her body tried to jettison off the bed. “Please take me. Please make me come. I need you inside me. Now!”
His fingers plunged in and out of her vagina, then entered her more deeply and curled toward her pubic bone until he touched a bundle of nerves that had been her undoing in the Shibari suspension scene. “Sweet Jesus, yes! I can’t take anymore. Oh, please, Sir! Oh, God, please! I need…”
She thrashed her head back and fort
h on the pillow. Her incoherent rants filled the room as his mouth released her clit and his tongue began flicking rapidly over the sensitive nubbin. The combination of intense sensations caused all thought to flee her mind.
His fingers pulled out as the spasms just began to build. She nearly sobbed. “No, please don’t stop!”
She heard a foil packet. Oh, they were going to have sex. Finally! Her euphoria was short-lived when she felt something cold pressing against her asshole. “No! Not there!” She tried to pull away, but could go nowhere.
“Karla, it’s just my finger with a lubricated condom. We’re going to try anal sex sometime, but we’re just experimenting tonight. I won’t be putting my penis there yet. Do you want to use your safeword?”
She panted, hanging on the edge. Dear Lord, he couldn’t leave her hanging like this. Not again. She needed release. “No. No, Sir.” A sob escaped her. “I need to come, Sir.”
“I know you do, kitten.” Without giving her time to tense again, he pressed his finger just inside her tight still-virgin hole. “Relax your muscles, baby. As much as you can, move against my finger.”
Was he kidding? He held his finger still just inside the now burning ring, waiting for her to adjust to him. The burning soon receded a bit, leaving a feeling of fullness different from when his penis felt like inside her vagina. Even fuller. His finger moved deeper inside her and the burning increased again as he passed a second ring of muscles she didn’t even know were there, then began pressing a second finger against her overfilled opening. She shook her head back and forth, but fought the urge to tell him no again.
Master Adam would never harm me.
“Relax. Press your ring against my fingers. Don’t fight me, kitten. Let me inside you.” His words sent heat spreading throughout her abdomen and relaxed her. She tilted her pelvis as much as she could in her restrained position, wanting to please him more than anything. “That’s my brave kitten. Your Dom is well pleased.”
She relaxed further and he plunged his two fingers fully inside her. “Ahhhh!” Her clit pulsed as his fingers filled her completely, then Adam’s tongue flicked over the ultra-sensitive nubbin.
Her suspended orgasm spiraled up inside until, in a flash of white lightning, she exploded against his mouth and fingers. “Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, yessssssss! Oh, God. Oh, dear Lord. Yessssss, Adam!” She convulsed and shook as spasm after spasm, wave after shocking wave, wracked her lower body. “Don’t stop! Please, Sir, don’t stop!”
He didn’t disappoint her. On and on the waves of passion flooded her senses, one bigger than the last until she crested the highest wave and tumbled face first into the bliss-filled abyss below, floating free of any bonds he might have placed on her body.
Adam continued to flick his tongue against her. Didn’t he know she’d already come? Suddenly, the sensations of him touching her clit became painful.
“Stop! No more! Ow. Ow! Please, stop, Sir!”
Adam pulled away. “What did you say?”
“Stop…tonguing me, Sir! Please!” Tears filled her eyes. “It’s too sensitive.”
* * *
Hearing Karla order, then beg, him to stop made Adam harder than ever. He’d planned to go slowly with her, even if it killed him, but he knew what he needed to do next—orgasm torture. He needed to punish her for disobeying and arguing with him, or she’d never be able to truly submit to something her mind told her she shouldn’t want to try, like anal sex. Forced orgasms would be easier to tolerate for her than some other punishments he might inflict.
“That was incredible.” Her breathy whisper made his dick and balls tighten.
He discarded the condom in the wastebasket stood at the side of the bed and pulled the sash off her eyes and pushed it up into her hair. She looked up at him with languid eyes indicating she was one satisfied woman. Hell, he hadn’t even started to satisfy her. Well, satisfy might not be the word she’d use.
“Not nearly as incredible as hearing you scream when you came. Good thing you took Cassie home. She might think I was killing you in here.”
“Oh, but what a way to go.”
He closed the space between their faces and kissed her, trying not to pull at the ropes on her nips too hard. When he felt her tense up, he pulled back to try and gauge what was the matter. Her cute little nose wrinkled up. “What’s wrong, kitten?”
Her face turned as red as the bustier she wore at Marc’s house several weeks ago. “It’s weird, tasting myself on your lips like that.” She nibbled her lower lip, making his dick throb, anticipating having those teeth and lips around him. “How did I taste, Sir? Was it gross?”
He sighed. Why the fuck did women worry so much about how they tasted? “Kitten, you tasted as sweet as sugar.”
“You’re just saying that.”
He took her chin in his hand and gave her what he hoped was his most stern Dom look. “No, kitten. I wouldn’t lie to a sub about something that important. There’s nothing more sexy than the scent and taste of a woman’s pussy.”
“So, you’ve…uh…tasted a lot of them?”
Adam chuckled. “I don’t taste and tell. Don’t worry, though. I’m very selective.”
Karla smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”
“For what?”
She looked away, then back at him. “For…making me explode like that. For making me try things I didn’t think I would like to try. That orgasm was…well, awesome.”
“Not nearly as awesome as the next one will be.”
Her eyes opened wider. “Again?”
“Yes, kitten. Again and often.” He brushed a hair off her cheek. “Remember when I promised I was going to torture you? Well, I believe there’s the matter of a punishment you earned for willfully telling your Dom no a couple of times tonight.”
Her body tensed, eyes narrowed, and she scrunched the sexiest little worry lines along her forehead. He let her fear the worst a moment longer, because he knew what she conjured up in her head would be worse than any punishment she’d ever receive from him. Yet, he couldn’t resist thinking about pulling a total mind fuck on her. Hell, she’d been so easy with the chains in his office the other night. He grinned.
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“One of my favorite punishments is called orgasm torture.”
“How could an orgasm be torture?”
“You’re about to find out. Now, tell me why you’re being punished.”
Her eyes filled with regret. “Sir, I’m sorry that I told you no—repeatedly—and didn’t believe you that eating pussy was…tasty.”
Karla seemed genuinely sorry and a little bit bratty with that “tasty” remark. If she wasn’t totally submissive, she sure as hell knew how to please this Dom. Something made him wonder if she’d try just as hard if he wasn’t her Dom—if she just wanted to please him, Adam Montague, Dom or not? Was that why she’d agreed to become his slave?
He cleared his throat. He needed to keep his mind on the task at hand. Sort out the puzzle that was Karla later.
“What have you learned?”
“That my Dom knows best. That he’ll take care of my needs no matter how uncomfortable I might be. That I should trust him.”
Hell. She’d thought it through more than he’d expected. Her sincerity pleased him. “Good girl. Thank you for trusting me, kitten.” He smiled and bent to kiss her again. When her lips began to quaver, he pulled away. She looked up at him, a silent plea in her eyes.
“What’s wrong now, baby tiger?”
“If I’ve learned my lesson, do you still have to punish me?”
He fought the urge to grin. “Yes, I do. A good Dom follows through on his promises—and his threats.”
She seemed to ponder that a moment, then nodded. “I’m ready, Sir.” She laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes, looking much like a virgin about to be fed to the lions. This time, he failed to suppress his chuckle. She grew even more tense, if possible.
“Keep your eyes closed.” Adam reached up and pulled
the blindfold back over her eyes. When she nibbled her lower lip, his balls tightened. He couldn’t wait until he was buried inside her to the hilt. But first, he needed to make sure there would be no flying body parts that could prohibit him from performing later.
He slid off her and walked over to a closet where he knew he’d find some of the toys he’d need, as well. He kept each of the public bedrooms stocked with new sex toys, sexy costumes, condoms, batteries, and other items members might need. His clientele certainly paid enough to be able to afford the perks. Pulling several packages off the shelf, he returned to the bedside and laid them on the nightstand.
Surveying her position, with her hands outstretched and secured and her thighs and knees in the harnesses, anchored by chains to the sides of the bed, he only had to worry about her kicking him. He picked up two leather cuffs and attached one to each ankle, then restrained them to chains at the bottom of the bed. At least she wouldn't be able to kick him in the head.
No doubt her upper body would remain still, with the nooses as an incentive. She should be ready. Well, restraint-wise, anyway.
“How does that feel, kitten?”
“O-okay, Sir.”
He slipped two fingers inside the cuff and, content he wasn’t cutting off her circulation
This position would leave her more exposed than she might like, too, but would keep him from being attacked by his little tiger.
Adam walked over to the nightstand and opened the packages, added the necessary batteries, and picked up the tube of lubricant he’d used earlier.
He glanced down at her. “Karla, do you trust your Dom not to harm you?” He held his breath as he waited for her response.
“Yes, I do, Sir.”
He relaxed a bit. Her surrender to him—and trust in him—made him feel like a king.
* * *
Karla felt cool air against her pussy and tender asshole and heard Master Adam ripping open packages and wondered what a tortured orgasm would be like.
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