Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
HEATHER
“If you’re that possessive over me”—I smirked—“maybe you should collar me.”
Hector drew his tongue across his teeth, his hand slithering from my elbow, up my arm, and then around the front of my neck, as if it were a collar. I already told you that you ll be collared when you ve earned it.
I batted my lashes and shuffled backward until my legs hit the bed. “But I have been.”
“No, you followed one of my orders,” he clarified. “Haven’t you?”
“Maybe …” I said, rocking back on my heels and into the bed.
“You haven’t touched yourself all day?” Hector asked.
“Nope.”
He raised an eyebrow. Are you lying to me?
“Nope.” When he didn’t say anything further, I smiled up at him. “I’m being serious.”
“How come I don’t believe you?” he asked.
“Because you have trust issues.”
A low chuckle escaped his throat, and he popped off the first button of my shirt. Correct. Another button. I do have trust issues, especially when known brats promise me that they re speaking the truth.
Warmth grew between my legs. “I am.”
Once he popped off all my buttons, he tugged my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to our feet. Then, he unclipped my bra. The straps fell down my shoulders, my breasts sliding out of the cups. Hector’s gaze dropped to them for a moment, and I could feel his dick hardening against me.
“Mmhmm …”
Next, he slid off my pants, his hands moving all the way down my legs. I stepped out of the clothes, and he set them on a cushioned chair in the corner of the room while I stood naked in front of him, slowly falling into-what Hector had mentioned on one of our many messages before we met-subspace.
After Hector pulled my arms behind my back, he slithered some rope that had been lying on the bed around them, starting at my wrists and so agonizingly slowly working his way up my arms to past my elbows. I glanced over my shoulder and rubbed my thighs together.
“Sir,” I whined. “Please, I’ve been waiting so long for it.”
“Patience,” he said, “makes the pleasure feel that much better.”
“I don’t have any more patience,” I cried, throwing my head back. “Please.”
He finished up with the knots and grabbed a second set of rope from the bed. Sit.
With my arms tied behind my back, I slid my ass up onto the bed and scooched back until my legs were straight in front of me. Hector crawled up beside me and bent my leg until the back of my thigh touched my calf, and then he knotted the rope around my ankle.
Heat coursed through my body as the rope casually glided against my clit.
“Look at that pretty, drooling pussy,” he murmured, working the rope up my thigh.
Once he finished with my right thigh, he dipped his hand between my legs and rubbed my cunt. I moaned, a wave of pleasure rushing through me at the first touch in hours , and lifted my hips so he’d touch more of me.
“You’re aching for it, aren’t you?” he asked.
Yes, I cried. Please, Sir.
“Bend your left leg.”
I leaned back on my hands and bent my left leg.
Like he had done with my right leg, he knotted the rope around my ankle and then worked his way up my thigh, purposefully dragging the rope over my clit whenever he could. I lifted my hips every time, desperate to get any friction he’d give.
My pussy was drooling, my nipples were taut, and my entire body was aching.
“I’m completely at your mercy,” I said when he finished. “Now, please …”
With ease, Hector picked me up off the bed and set me on top of what looked to be a saddle with a huge dildo attached to it on the bed. I hovered over it the best that I could, but since my legs were tied together, I couldn’t stand in the tall kneeling position.
So, my body fell effortlessly back on the saddle and on the dildo, letting it fill me.
A moan escaped my mouth, and I settled onto it, so full.
Hector slipped off the bed and walked around it, pulling on his tie.
“Every time you come tonight, you thank me.” Hector captured my chin. “Understand?”
I bit back the urge to say no and nodded.
Hector had full control right now, and if I said something bratty to him, he wouldn t let me come. And I had been waiting for what seemed like days now. Freaking days! All for him. I refused to wait any longer.
My gaze dropped to the bed.
“I need a verbal response, Heather.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“No,” he growled, tightening his grasp on my chin. “You look at me when you answer.”
“But isn’t?—”
“Isn’t it more submissive to bow your head and show respect?” He finished my sentence. “Maybe with other Doms. But you answer to me, so your eyes are on mine. Whenever you ask questions. Whenever you respond to me. Whenever you come.”
Warmth spread through my pussy. “Yes, Sir.”
Now He flicked on a button on the saddle, and suddenly, it came to life, vibrating underneath me and against my clit. I jerked up slightly, but the restraints held me still. What are you going to do for me?
“Thank you whenever I come tonight,” I whispered, voice shaking.
He stroked my hair. “That’s my good girl.”
Panting, I sat on the saddle, my pussy drooling all over it.
“You’ve earned a reward,” he said, turning the vibrations on higher.
My thighs gripped the saddle underneath me, the feeling of being full in front of Hector making my pussy tighten. I stared up at him, waiting for him to touch me, to grope my breasts, squeeze my nipples
Anything.
Except he stepped away from the bed.
“Look how pretty and helpless you are.”
The toy vibrated against my clit, driving me higher and higher.
He dropped his tie on the floor. All for me.
“S-S-Sir,” I cried, tugging on the restraints in an attempt to displace all the pleasure.
“You’ve been such a good girl.” Then, he unbuttoned his dress shirt. “Such a good girl for me, Heather. All last night, you didn’t touch yourself once, all because I’d told you not to.” He turned the vibrations up. “You’re so good at following my directions.”
The pressure soared inside me.
He leaned over the bed, one hand posted on the mattress. His muscles rippled under the dim light. He hovered his mouth up the center of my chest between my breast, up the column of my neck, and then millimeters from my lips.
I teetered on the brink of an orgasm, brows furrowed, mouth open, and panting heavily. “S-S-Sir …”
When he pressed his lips against mine, I cried out into his mouth and came hard on the saddle, the pleasure shooting through my body in waves.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” I said into our kiss.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, swallowing my words.
“Thank you!” I cried, wave after wave still crashing through me.
Good girl, he murmured against my lips. That s one. He stepped away from me again and undid his belt buckle, sliding it off his hips and dropping it onto the ground. How many more do you think you ve earned tonight?
My eyes rolled back. “A-a-all of them.”
He chuckled and unzipped his pants. I lifted my hazy gaze to watch him slide off his pants and briefs, his huge cock springing out of them. I tightened around the dildo, the pressure building up inside me again.
Instead of wrapping his hand around himself like he had done yesterday, he walked over to the bed again. I stared down at his hard dick, nipples aching and pussy pulsing at the thought of him slamming it into me over and over again.
“Imagine how good I’ll feel inside of your tight pussy,” he said, crawling onto the bed.
I tightened.
“Pounding into you …”
I bit my lip hard and tried desperately to pull my gaze away from his dick, but I couldn’t.
“Filling you to the brim with my cum all night …”
“Please,” I begged. “Please, give it to me! I’ve been a good girl!”
“Patience.”
When he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it from base to tip, I lost it and came hard on the dildo for a second time.
“T-thank y-you, S-S-Sir!” I cried, body trembling uncontrollably. “Thank you for letting me come, Sir.”
In the midst of my orgasm, he laced a hand through my hair and gently guided my head forward, bending me at the hip. Eagerly, I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock and sucked on him hungrily, bobbing my head back and forth as best as I could from this position.
He wrapped his hand around the front of my throat and pushed himself into me as deep as he could, until my lips met his groin. Instead of pulling back, I stared up at him through hazy eyes, the pressure building up inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock like that.”
I sucked harder on him, loving the feeling of being full in two holes.
“A hungry slut …”
I squeezed my eyes shut, about to come for a third time.
He clicked his tongue.
“What would your father think if he knew how much of a hungry slut you were for me?”
I moaned out around his dick, eyes rolling back into my head. Thank you for letting me come, Sir. Thank you for letting me come. Thank you for letting me come, I said, the tears building in my eyes from the pure intensity of the third orgasm in a row. Thank you.
He lifted my head and set me back into a half kneel.
“You’re doing so good,” Hector praised, taking my nipples between his fingers.
When he tugged on them, I threw my head back and came again. Almost instantly.
“Oh my God!” I cried. “T-t-thank you, S-S-Sir.”
Do you see what you get when you re good for me? he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
A ferocious, hungry growl escaped Hector’s mouth, and suddenly, he lifted me off the saddle and pushed it to the edge of the bed like a madman, the dildo covered in my juices and the hum of the vibrator still drifting through the room.
He shoved me onto my stomach. With my cheek pressed against the mattress, I looked over my shoulder and back at him as he undid the knots around my legs. Then, he crawled up and straddled my thighs, in a prone-bone position.
Once he slipped his dick between my thighs and positioned it at my entrance, he seized hold of the rope knotted around my arms and pulled up on it slightly so my shoulders lifted off the mattress. And then he slammed deep into me.
I threw my head back and moaned. Oh my God!
He held onto the knots and used them to pound deeper and faster into me.
My body jerked back and forth, my pussy empty and then full. Empty, then full. I clenched around him, building up to a fourth—fifth?—orgasm of the night. I had already lost count. My mind was so numb when my pussy was stuffed full.
Are you going to be a good girl for me from now on?
I bit my cheek, furrowed my brows, and stared back into those dark eyes.
He pulled the rope tighter. “Heather …”
“W-what?”
“I asked a question. I expect an answer.”
“No,” I said, filled with overwhelming delight as waves of pleasure rushed through me. “I’m going to be a bad girl.”
Because, well, I had more fun that way.