“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, no doubt realizing what had caused the fresh handprint.
It hadn’t been the outward moan, but the lack of respect. He pulled his other hand away from her center and sat her down on the bed, pushing her back so that she lay across it with her hands over her head, causing her to moan from the friction. It was delicious looking from his angle. It sounded even more alluring, so much so that he had to remind himself to maintain control.
“I know how to keep you out of trouble,” he told her, reaching behind him and retrieving something from the nightstand by his bed.
She made no complaint as he placed a leather gag on her mouth. It didn’t stop her speaking entirely, but it muted things decidedly. King had no desire to limit her to the point that she couldn’t ask him to stop or beg when he wanted her to do so. Even when in control, it was as much about her as it was him. Laying here, subdued and secured, she was more than willing to go however far he’d like for her to, in order to achieve even greater depths to their lovemaking than they had already enjoyed.
Then, she was being pulled up to her feet again. He stood her up for him to enjoy and command.
Jo started to walk, obeying his commands.
“Stop.” “Turn to the right.” “Sit down on the chair and open your legs.”
She did everything he asked of her, making no sound, but doing as she was asked. He examined her each time she returned to him, seeing how wet she was getting, tasting her as she watched.
“You want to taste? You want a sample of the nectar you provide?”
She nodded, waiting patiently. He pulled her gag away for a moment, slipping a finger inside of her and then popping it into her mouth for a moment for her to enjoy. Her suckling drove him to the brink of losing control until he pulled it free and put the gag back in place. He turned her around and slapped her backside, using one hand to push her forward slightly before landing another well placed slap. Afterward, he rubbed it slightly, admiring his artwork on her bottom.
“I love the bright red handprints on your beautiful, bare ass,” he remarked.
He slapped her again and again, whether she deserved it or not, allowing her to enjoy the pain and feel the humiliation – which was bound to be more intense and more potent than the pain. When they were like this, it was as if they were in another world, one in which nothing existed but the two of them and this connection they had forged between them. She was very wet and extremely aroused, lost in her own desires and begging against the gag for him to punish her further, but not with his hands. She wanted his cock. She was begging for it and he was fully erect, ready to give in to both their desires.
“Down on your knees!” he barked from behind her.
She kept her head down, a sign of obedience and humiliation. Her back was still turned to him, so she couldn’t see what was happening. She could only hear him and feel him when he made contact with her. They had lost all shame now. There was no place for it in this little game of theirs. She knelt in front of him, facing away, and waited. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she began to moan against the gag, begging him to touch her again.
Without warning, his arms encircled her waist, snatching her up toward him. Her body collided with his, allowing her to feel how hard he had gotten watching her. Then, he was turning her, putting her back on the bed and pushing her tied wrists back over her head to secure them around one of several small posts that made up a section of the heavy headboard.
Forcing her legs apart, he retrieved more of the leather strips, using them to secure each leg to one corner of the bed. She was completely open to him now, soaked to the point of it streaming down her thighs; still, he continued to tease her with the game. He wanted so much to fuck her. They were both beyond ready for it, but he held back. He knew her. She only wanted to serve him, enjoy being his sex slave, his creature, his object. She was willing to do anything he asked of her or ordered of her and he loved taking her to her limits.
She lay there, still waiting. Still wanting. He stood at the foot of the bed, his hand poised on her thigh, fingers splayed to massage it. He was careful not to touch her beyond that point, only wanting to tease her. He knew what he was doing, how it affected her to have his hands so close to where she wanted to be touched but not touching her in any way that was sensual from a physical sense, but completely sensual from her mindset.