Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Beg For It 1) - Page 75

“You want this, don’t you, my sweet little slut?”

“Yes, yes, I want it,” she panted.

“Are you my little slut?”

“Yes, Declan,” she agreed, so compliant but still evasive.

“Say it.” I brought my hand down rough on her ass. She needed to be trained to know exactly what I liked. I needed her naughty, dirty, holding nothing back and doing everything I wanted.

Gasping, breathing hard, she complied. “I’m your slut, Declan. Your little slut.” I could tell it was somewhat difficult for her to say it, admitting something so naughty about herself. But I needed to hear her say it, to surrender completely to me.

“Yes, you are,” I praised her, stroking her again, bringing my glistening fingers to her asshole and stroking, circling, pushing until they entered her tight, hot hole.

She stiffened and cried out, fighting my entrance for a second. Then she relaxed into it, her body responding to the pleasures.

“Now stay quiet, Kara,” I cautioned her, starting to slide my fingers in and out of her asshole. “You had a hard time with that in the restaurant. We don’t want Vladimir to hear.” I knew the heavy privacy screen muffled most sound, but Kara didn’t know that. I wanted her to fight to control herself. All that restraint would make her final release in the hotel room that much more intense.

I pulsed the vibrator up in her pussy, spiking up to the most intense setting and back down again. She began moving her hips, unable to stop herself, begging me with her body and her words for more, please more. I brought my hand back down to her rear with a sharp spank.

“Don’t move, Kara.” She stilled, a helpless whine coming from her lips. “Stay still.” With the vibrator on, I kept at it, one hand spanking her soft cheeks, the other fucking her asshole with my fingers. She held still, though I knew it was a struggle, keeping her bottom right where I wanted it so I could do exactly as I liked. She whimpered and moaned, her tits pressed against the leather seat, my fingers working her ass relentlessly.

In front of the hotel, I straightened us out. Her eyes looked wild, her breathing erratic. I smoothed her hair, pulled her dress down and helped her out and into the elevator.

Never had an elevator moved so slowly. I kept it PG, held Kara close to me with an arm around her waist while another couple shared the ride. I could feel her trembling against me and part of me wanted to soothe her, care for her, rub my hands along her arms and bathe her in fairy tale kisses. The other part of me wanted to make it worse for her until she quivered and squirmed, wriggled and pleaded, the feel of her writhing and begging to do anything I said, anything I wanted, to earn her release.

Inside the hotel room, I led her straight to the bedroom. I was a businessman after all, and right now I was all business.

“Dress off. On the bed.”

She got naked, quick, and I liked how hot she was for it, how eager she was for whatever I was going to give her. Pulling out my restraints, I made quick work of tying her down. I knew how to make a good knot, tight enough to keep her from breaking free but loose enough that she could keep her attentions elsewhere, on everything I was going to do to her.

I tied each wrist and each ankle to a bedpost. She lay there, her breath coming in pants, her ribcage rising and falling in anticipation as she watched me tie her up. When I was done, I stood to survey my handiwork. She lay there, spread-eagle on the bed, buck naked and tied down for my pleasure.

“I can do what I want with you now,” I told her, my voice thick and heavy with desire.

“Yes,” she panted, her nipples dark pink rosebuds atop her heaving mounds. Nipple clamps, I needed them, too. In the closet I found them, a pair slightly more advanced than the ones I’d used on the plane. These were metal and could pinch hard. I’d only take it as far as she could go. But I had a feeling she’d want it all.

Bringing the cool metal clamps down to her creamy, white stomach, I traced a pattern against her skin. She writhed beneath me, her breasts straining for my touch.

“Do you know what these are?” I teased, bringing the metal up to touch her soft breasts.

“Yes,” she panted, her eyes down to watch.

“What are they?” I asked, making her say it. Making her beg for her punishment.

“Nipple clamps,” she exhaled. Still struggling with the words, as if they embarrassed her.

“Good girl,” I praised her. “Learning so quickly.” In reward, I brought my fingers down to her exposed clit. With her legs pulled apart, her ankles tied to opposite ends of the bed, her pussy lips spread apart enough so I could see her swollen bud, glistening and slippery. With my index finger, I gave it a light flick. She was so sensitive, so wound up, she could feel it throughout her whole body. She shuddered and gave a brief scream, pulling against the restraints. She was going to like the games tonight.

I brought the clamps up and fastened them each lightly to her erect nipples. The sensation would be tight, bordering on painful, but not too intense. Not yet. She watched me do it, moaning with arousal.

I took out the button controlling the vibrating egg still up inside of her. Watching her face, I pressed it, turning the setting up to medium intensity. She tossed her head to the side, eyes closed, biting her lip and moaning. Her hips lifted up off the bed, her thighs spread as if inviting me inside of her. Juices spilled out of her, her sweet lubricant beckoning me to take her and fuck her senseless. And I would, just not yet.

I brought my fingers to her wetness and spread it over her slit and along her inner thighs.

“So wet, Kara. So filthy.” She moaned, needing me to talk dirty to her. “Do you remember what tonight is?”

She shook her head no, her eyes still closed in tight desire. I brought the vibrating egg in her pussy down lower, then shut it off. I wanted her to focus on me while I reminded her.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

She brought her head back center and opened her eyes, her lips flushed, her skin pink.

“Tonight I’m going to continue your anal training,” I reminded her. “With the larger butt plug.”

She moaned and tossed her head back, her wrists pulling against the restraints, the clamps tight on her nipples.

“You can’t go anywhere, Kara,” I reminded her. “I’ve tied you down tight. I get to do whatever I want, however I want all night long.” She moaned again and moved her hips against the sheets, as if she could create enough friction for her own release.

“I get to control when you come, Kara,” I reminded her, one hand along her inner thigh. “Tonight, I’m your master. I get to play with you and decide what you deserve. Do you think you deserve to come tonight, Kara?”

“Please!” she cried out, panting.

“Please, master,” I corrected her.

She paused for a moment, the word new to her. Then she embraced it. “Please, master.” The way she drew it out, husky on her lips, I could tell she liked saying it.

“Will you beg your master to come?”

“Yes, master!” she cried out, already pleading.

Without any warning, I took two fingers, coated them in her juices, and rammed them hard up her asshole. She screamed and her eyes flew open in response. I groaned and slid my fingers out, than back in deep up her ass. She relaxed around me, a deep sigh escaping her lips as she took my fingers into her hole. I pressed the button on the vibrating egg, making it tease her pussy as I stroked her asshole.

Twisting, she screamed, clearly driven crazy by the assault on both sides. Hand off her only for a moment, I retrieved the larger butt plug from a drawer. Taking her juices, I coated it well, then positioned it directly at her asshole. Tied down as she was, she wasn’t able to move away. I could tell her instinct was to shrink from it, but the restraints stopped her.

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