Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Maybe he should have heeded Gregorio’s warning.
Michael didn’t consider himself much of a risk-taker. He weighed his decisions carefully and he liked having everything in order. Keeping the family’s ranch after his parents had passed had never been in question. Although his sister had voted in favor of selling, he hadn’t been swayed. His roots went deep into the land. The acreage was as important to him as his next breath.
Yet he couldn’t help his attraction to Sydney’s untamed streak.
Since his divorce, he’d mostly scened with subs at the Den who wore the house’s purple wristband and had no expectations of a continuing relationship. They were professionals who knew all the protocols and could be counted on to behave perfectly.
Sydney, on the other hand, seemed focused on herself. It was all about her, not him, and definitely not about submission.
But he was honest enough to admit that he’d loved the way she’d behaved when he’d had her draped over the fence. Her responses had been real, with no artifice. When he’d brought her to orgasm for the first time, he’d known he’d rather spend the evening with her than anyone else, no matter how well trained they were.
He shouldn’t see her as a challenge, but he did. “Do you need me to repeat my order?”
Slowly, she slid from the barstool.
In the curve-hugging dress, she looked so sexy that it was almost a shame to have her remove the garment. Almost.
Michael stayed where he was while she revealed her skin a slow, beautiful inch at a time.
As she shimmied, pulling the material over her head, he drank in the whole of her. She had an athletic build, not overly thin, and she had definite curves, along with a waist made for his hands. Her breasts were perfect, not too big, and her nipples were already hard.
After laying the dress over the back of the stool, she removed her lacy bra and dropped it on the seat before bending to remove her shoes.
“Leave them on,” he said.
“Of course, Sir.”
For a moment, she stood there, and he simply looked at her. Right now, this evening, she was his.
Finally, she lowered herself to the floor and placed her hands behind her back as he’d requested.
Her chest rose and fell quickly, and he appreciated the betrayal of nerves. She projected an aura of confidence that appealed to him, but that he had some effect on her made him hungry. His cock swelled, but he’d had a hard-on for the better part of two hours. He could wait a little longer.
He walked around her, knowing she was aware of the sound of his boots against the wood. To her credit, she didn’t turn to look at him. “Good,” he said. “That will help you earn an orgasm.”
“Earn, Sir?”
“Behave yourself,” he reminded her, “and you’ll enjoy our time together more.”
“That’s a tall order, Sir. I’m not sure I’ve ever been that satisfied.”
“Is that another challenge, little sub?”
“No, Sir. That would be wrong. I’m just making a comment.”
He grinned. Yeah. He would have been smart to have heeded Gregorio’s warning. “Cup your breasts, Sydney, and offer them to me.”
She did as instructed, drawing them together and lifting them. He crouched in front of her. “Look at me.”
Their gazes met.
Earlier, he’d noticed that her eyes were ice blue. But he’d seen her outside—the sun had been fading, and the flickering firelight and torches had hidden the richness of the color. He wondered if she had any idea how expressive their depths were. Now he saw anticipation there, along with a hint of trepidation. “You said your nipples are sensitive.”
“Yes, Sir. They are.”
He brushed the pads of his thumbs across the tips, making her tremble. Yeah. If that gentle a touch caused that reaction, then nipple play would bring them both endless delights. “I want you to stay as you are, even if you’re tempted to move. Understand?”
She nodded.
“And your slow word?”
“Tur-tle,” she said, breaking the word into two distinct syllables. “Sir.”
“That will get you an orgasm denial.”
“Not a punishment?” She scowled.
“That is punishment for you. I think you’d like another spanking, and you’ll get one. But I’m betting that keeping you on the edge and making you practice patience would really be torment.”
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then snapped it closed again.
“Wise choice,” he said, approvingly. Still looking at her, he dragged his thumbnails across the tips of her nipples.
His reluctant little submissive sucked in a breath.
He pinched her nipples lightly then let go right away. Even though she swayed toward him a little, she kept her eyes open, her gaze focused on his face. “Good girl,” he said.
This time, he took her nipples and used more pressure, squeezing for longer.
“Ahh…”
“They’re like small pebbles,” he said.
“Yes, Sir. It…hurts.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.”
He released her, giving her a short break, letting her process the sensations, making her wonder what was next.
“Keep holding your breasts for me.” After she nodded, he repeated the process twice more. She closed her eyes before quickly opening them. “Ready for more?”
“Yes, Sir.”
As he continued, he increased his tempo, pinching her harder, longer. He’d been giving her a handful of seconds to recover and prepare for the next assault, but now he shortened the time between the breaks.
All the while, he held her gaze, watching her for signs of real distress. “Is your pussy getting wet?”
“I’m not sure, Sir.”
“You’re not sure?” He raised an eyebrow.
Her words were breathless. “I’m a bit overwhelmed.”
“In that case, I think you should check.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me. With your right hand, touch your pussy.”
She blinked, as if confused for a moment, but she let go of her breast and followed his instructions.
“Well?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m a bit wet, Sir.”
“Show me your fingers.”
Unbelievably, twin streaks of pink stained cheeks. Are you embarrassed, little sub? Especially after Gregorio’s warning, seeing this side of her surprised him.
She held up her hand, and dampness glistened on her fingertips.
“That’s perfect,” he said, capturing her wrist and lowering his head to taste her juices. “Delicious. I like how sensitive your nipples are and how you respond to my touch. Please continue to play with your pussy. But this time, use both hands.”
“Yes, Sir.” She lowered her head and dropped her gaze to the floor.
“No, no. Keep looking at me.”
After blinking, she refocused her gaze.
“Better,” he said. “Much, much better. I always want to see your expression to ensure you’re enjoying yourself.” That was especially important if he couldn’t always trust that she’d use her safe words. “And I want to be certain you don’t come.”
“But—”
“Do it now.”
She slowly moved both hands between her legs.
“That’s it. Spread your labia with your left hand. Use your right to slide across your clit and to finger-fuck yourself.” As he gave his instructions, he tugged on her nipples.
“Oh, Sir…”
“Do you like that?”
“It’s… Sir… Yes. I do.” Gyrating her hips, she did as he said.
Damn, she was hot. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Pleasure yourself. Enjoy. Surrender.” He continued to torment her while praising her. “Such a good girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
The deeper she slid into their scene, the easier it seemed for her to call him Sir.
At the Den, even when he’d moved her toward the fence, her back had been straight. It was as if she affected a certain posture to keep others at a distance. But here, now, with his attention solely on her, with no one else around, her shoulders were more relaxed.
As he continued to rapidly pinch, pull, and release, she added a second finger to her pussy.
The tantalizing scent of her arousal made him even more delirious with desire. He wanted to claim her, mark her as his. “Fuck yourself with your fingers,” he encouraged.
As her head fell back, she whimpered.
“Stop!”
Ignoring him, she continued to work her hand against her pussy.
He moved quickly, releasing his grip on her breasts to grab her hands.
“What?” she demanded.
He yanked her hands above her head and secured her wrists.
She exhaled a shaky breath. “I… Damn you. I almost came,” she protested, her mouth slightly parted.
“And I told you orgasm denial was part of your punishment. You haven’t earned an orgasm.” He leaned in a bit. “The fact you just forgot your manners can be overlooked for now, but if you have any hope of being allowed to come again for the rest of the evening, you need to focus on me.”
She drew her eyebrows together and pursed her lips.
Is she going to tell me to go to hell as she hits the door?
Fascinated, he watched her internal emotional battle play out on her face. She clenched her teeth and set her chin. He said nothing, giving her time to process what was happening. He knew they were on a precipice, and damn, he wished he knew the right way to pull them back.
She was definitely headstrong and unaccustomed to giving up control. From the beginning, he’d known she liked BDSM for the intensity, but he’d bet she hadn’t reckoned on this.
Over the course of the next thirty seconds, she remained rigid, glaring at him. Then she took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, and the tension seemed to drain from her body.
He exhaled slowly. “No doubt I’m different from anyone you’ve played with,” he said quietly. “Demanding things you’re not expecting.” And she was unlike anyone he’d ever known.
Sydney tried to extricate herself, but since she hadn’t used her safe word, he kept hold of her.
“I…”
He waited for her to sort through her thoughts.
“I’ve been with Doms who practiced orgasm denial before, but not like this.”
“Tell me what you mean.”
“They’ve always just changed tactics, so I didn’t come as fast. But then, when I did, it was an amazing experience. I’ve never had it as punishment.” She blinked. “I’m not sure I like it.”
“You’re not meant to. I figured you would happily take a red ass or a flogging. You could feel good that you were being punished for your bad behavior, but you would really just be getting what you wanted because I’d allowed you to manipulate me.” He traced a finger over one of her eyebrows.
Her nipples were still hard, and she had some goose bumps on her arms. She’d obviously sweated a little, and now her skin was cooling. Or maybe he’d just unnerved her. “I need you to know one thing—I won’t be goaded. And you can stop anytime.”
“I don’t admit defeat.”
“That’s what I want you to accept.” Michael shook his head. “It’s about being honest.”
“In that case, I want to come.”
“I can have you back there again in minutes.”
“You may not be done punishing me,” she said, “but I’m so over being punished. Can we move on to something more fun?”
“I’m afraid you don’t get to decide that.”
She sighed.
“Tell me what you think your orgasm will be like.”
“Will it happen in this century?” she countered. “I mean, will it happen this century, Sir?”
You really are a brat. With a chuckle, he released her wrists. “Put your hands behind your back. Spread your knees farther apart.”
With a scowl, she did as he requested.
He removed his hat, then flicked his wrist to send it onto the nearby stool before running his hand through his short hair.
“It’s darker than I expected, Sir. I want to get my fingers in the strands.”
“You can hold it when you’re on top of me.”
“Promise, Sir?”
She definitely should have come with a warning label.
He lay on the floor and shifted so that his face was between her legs. “Your clit is still swollen.” He took hold of her waist and pulled her down, forcing her legs farther apart and bringing her lower so that her pussy was mere inches from his face. “Keep your hands where they are. Now move your hips.”
“Dear God.”
He grasped her labia and tugged. “This skin was made for clamps.”
His threat made her jerk.
“That’s a girl. Keep moving. Just like that.”
“This is embarrassing, Sir.”
“Get your clit on my tongue or it will be a cold day in hell before you have that orgasm.”
She moved, and he took the opportunity to pinch her clit. Yelping, she jerked, and the movement threw her off balance, bringing her into contact with his mouth. Exactly what he’d hoped would happen.
He licked her from back to front.
“I…”
“Fuck my face, little sub. I won’t tell you twice.”
The position was obviously awkward for her, but she did so. He tongued her, sucked her clit, captured her around the legs, and held her prisoner as he ate her, showing his appreciation. With a moan, she writhed helplessly. Then, when he brought her to the edge, he stopped.
“Damnable man, Sir.”
He grinned and went back to work. This time, he stuck his tongue inside her, savoring her feminine taste.
She lifted up onto her knees, off his face, even though he tried to hold her in place.
“That’s… It’s too much, Sir.”
“Not nearly enough,” he countered. “Get back into place.”
Her muscles were tight as she complied.
He used his tongue to make her wet and to lap up her intoxicating juices. The moment she made soft mewling sounds, he once again ceased what he was doing.
“Argh!”
“Nice try. But your body gave you away. You’ll not be sneaking in any orgasms, I’m afraid.” He let her go and smacked her right ass cheek. “Kneel up properly.” When she did, he moved out from beneath her.
He rose to stand in front of her, and she tilted her head back to look at him. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were wide. The earlier hostility was gone. Her hands were still linked behind her back as he’d requested. Despite her apparent frustration, she seemed softer. “In answer to your question, no. It appears your orgasm will not be happening this century.”
“Master Michael, you are a beast.”
“Indeed,” he agreed. “I’m open to you convincing me otherwise.”
“How, Sir?”
“That’s a good start.” He reached down to grasp her nipples again. Since he believed in keeping his promises, he said, “Stand.”
He pulled on the tips, lengthening her nipples and stretching her breasts.
She grabbed his arms for support and hissed through clenched teeth. He continued until she was standing. “Let go of me,” he instructed. “Hands behind your back again. Surrender.”
Eyes wide with total trust, she did.
He kept up the pressure until she was on her toes. “Beautiful,” he told her. “How does it feel?”
“Oh, damn, Sir… It hurts.”
“Too much?”
“Yes. And not enough.”
He understood and he delighted in her.
Abruptly, he released his terrible grip, only to gather her in his arms and pull her close. “You can relax.”
With her chest heaving, she snuggled against him, and he smoothed her hair before cradling her head.
Then he placed his other hand on her back. “You’re a brave little sub. In fact, you’ve almost earned that orgasm.”
She looked up. “Sir?”
“My bedroom is on the second story. I’d like you to crawl up the stairs.” He was asking a lot from her. She wanted to let go, push the outer edges of a pain-induced adrenaline rush. But this… Being submissive…? “Your choice,” he reminded her. “But I want to watch your ass move.”
“I’m beginning to think that’s one of your kinks.”
“It wasn’t. Until I saw you walk across the patio at the Den. Now all I can think of is your ass. And I’m wondering if it’s red enough.”
“I created a monster, Sir.”
“You did, indeed. Now get up the stairs. If it’s easier, I can fetch a leash.”
Her wide-eyed innocent look vanished as she blinked several times in rapid succession. “I can manage on my own, Sir,” she assured him, pulling away.
With athletic grace, she lowered herself to her knees.
“Wait a moment,” he said. “We’ll go upstairs soon.”
She remained in position but looked at him with a frown.
He crossed to a kitchen drawer filled with all sorts of random items and dug through it until he found two small clips. They weren’t as serviceable as proper nipple clamps, but since his toys were upstairs, these would work for now.
After testing their grip on his pinkie, he returned to her.
Her breasts hung freely, and he’d never seen anything more enticing. “Since your nipples are already sore, these will intensify the sensation.” He bent to fondle her left breast, smacking it back and forth until she gasped. Then he brutally squeezed it. “I haven’t even touched your nipple and already it’s getting harder.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want me to clamp it?”
She turned her head to look at him. “Do it. Please.”
“My pleasure.” He twisted her nipple then released the clip onto it, not right at the edge as that would cause her too much pain, but a little farther back so that she could tolerate the tension.
He tugged on the makeshift clamp, making sure it was secure. “It should stay on,” he said. “It would probably hurt if it came off accidentally.” Then, just because he could, he flicked it a couple of times.
Arching her back in response, she didn’t complain.
“That’s a good sub.” Her response sounded suspiciously like a growl. “Shall I place the other or leave you lopsided?”
“I don’t suppose we could remove this one so that they’d match, Sir?”
Michael kept the smile from his face, but not his voice. “After all the trouble I’ve gone to?”
“Of course not. What was I thinking, Sir?”
“Hope springs eternal, doesn’t it?” He moved around her, admiring her from multiple angles.
Her long blonde hair hung in wild abandon, and he was tempted to grab a fistful as he slammed into her from behind.
It took all his self-control to think only about her, about increasing the pleasure of her upcoming orgasm. He could wait. Surely.
He leaned down to play with her right breast, plumping it, releasing it. She moaned and moved away from him, so he toyed with the clamp he’d already placed.
“Sir!”
“Sub?”
That she didn’t turn and slay him with a single glance told him she was sinking into the scene.
Michael hoped nothing else matched the high of being with him—a Dom intent on giving her a unique, all-consuming experience.
He gently swatted her right breast and teased the nipple into an erect state. She dropped her head, and he took advantage of her distraction to place the clamp.
“Oww.”
“You’ll be all right.” He caressed her flesh. “Your swollen flesh looks hot.” He captured her chin and turned her head so that he could read her expression. Her eyes were wide, and they had a glazed look to them, making the blue even more startling. “How’s your pussy? Are you getting as turned on as I am?”
“I…” She licked her lower lip.
The act was a sledgehammer to his solar plexus. The things he could imagine that pink tongue doing…
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” she teased in husky invitation.
“I believe I will.” He needed to be careful with her—she was as clever as she was sassy. “Present your ass to me.”
“Sir?”
“Lower your breasts to the floor.”
“That’s…”
“Not what you were expecting? Do it.”
She moved slowly, as if hoping to minimize the sway of her breasts. Every motion should bring her a wave of pain. But all that would be nothing compared with the agony she’d feel when she complied with his order.
Once she was where he wanted her, he said, “Reach back and spread your buttocks.”
He waited while she readjusted herself several times, obviously to find a more comfortable position. Before she was situated, he toyed with her pussy. “You’re definitely wet,” he told her as he slid his hand back and forth. “I’d like your permission to put a finger inside you.”
“Yes.” She wrapped the word in a hiss. “Yes, Sir.”
He entered her slowly and maneuvered until he felt the difference in the texture of her internal flesh and touched her G-spot.
“Oh! My God.” She bucked and forced herself back, seeking more.
He indulged her for a few seconds, placing the pad of one thumb lightly against her anal whorl and feathering the lightest of touches over her clit.
“So close,” she whispered. “Please, please, please, Sir!”
“Not yet.” His cock getting harder and harder, he continued his torture. She was so much more responsive than he’d imagined, and seeing proof of her arousal turned him on.
She continued her sensual, nonstop pleas.
When he was certain she couldn’t take any more without orgasming, he pulled his hands away. “That’s a taste of what’s to come.”
She whimpered, her forehead pressed to the wood, her hands still on her buttocks.
With little sympathy and a lot of triumph, he stood and moved to the sink to rinse his hands while she regained her composure.
“Master Michael!”
At the sound of confusion and upset in her tone, he turned off the tap and looked over at her. “Sydney?”
When she didn’t respond, he devoured the distance in a few brisk strides. “I’m right here.” Sitting on the floor, he gathered her into his arms. Who would have suspected that the toughness she projected was mostly a mirage? “Talk to me, Sydney,” he urged softly. “Do you need me to remove the clamps?”
“No.” She pushed him. “There’s nothing wrong. I promise.”
“Did it bother you that I left you?” He brushed hair back from her face. “Do you hurt?”
“Everything is okay.” She sighed, sounding exasperated. “I think the whole orgasm denial is just driving me crazy. Everything tingles, and there’s a gnawing inside me. I haven’t felt this way before. Please, don’t overreact. I didn’t mean to alarm you.”
He frowned. At best, that was a half-truth. But he suspected he’d get nothing more from her. Still, he liked having her in his arms, inhaling the citrusy scent of her shampoo and touching her bare skin.
“You worry too much, Sir. I’m okay. I always was. I promise.”
He debated what to do. Part of him wanted to talk, but maybe she was right. Maybe he’d heard something in her voice that really hadn’t been there.
“Can we continue, Sir?”
An urgent part of him wanted to put each of them out of their misery.
“I am so ready for an orgasm.”
“Little sub, you’re going to get more than one.”
She shot him a sly grin. “The night is not getting any younger, Sir. And neither am I.”
Her momentary weakness was gone—if it had ever really been there.
“In that case…” He loosened his grip. “When you’re ready, take off your shoes, then head up the stairs.”
She moved, but then winced and bit back a groan. When she tried again, her motions were much slower so as not to disturb the clamps.
Once her shoes were off, he pushed them out of the way and watched her climb up onto the first step.
The upward trek couldn’t have been easy. The steps had no carpet, and since the house was old, the pitch was steep. The view of her ass, though, gratified him. If he had his way, he’d keep her here, like this, naked and needy. “Second door on the left.”
When they reached his room, he instructed, “Kneel up.” He assumed she’d been around the lifestyle long enough to know what he meant, and clearly she did, kneeling with her legs slightly parted and her hands on her thighs.
He removed all the pillows from the top of the bed and piled them beneath a window. He left the blinds open, and a smattering of stars were visible against the inky sky.
After turning down the comforter, he said, “Please get on the bed and lie on your back.” As she climbed onto the massive four-poster that his father had constructed from local trees, their gazes met.
Michael wasn’t a mind reader, but he was convinced he saw trust in the way her eyes were open so wide. If there was anything headier, he had no idea what it was. “I’m going to remove these clamps.”
“They’re fine, Sir.”
“I should have said replace them. I want clovers that will stay on, even if I pull on them.”
“Ah… I’ve grown quite fond of these, Sir.”
“As I’ve mentioned, that’s not a decision you get to make.” He sat next to her and gently plumped her right breast. “This may hurt, but I’ll try to mitigate it.”
“I’m ready. Maybe…”
He continued to hold the flesh as he released the clamp. With a moan of pain, she gasped. Immediately he replaced the plastic with his mouth, laving her mistreated flesh with his tongue, helping to stimulate her as the blood flow resumed.
“That wasn’t as bad as I expected, Sir,” she said. “Thank you.”
He slowly released his hold. “I do like it when you’re respectful.”
The mouthy little brat stuck out her tongue then offered a quick explanation, “Sorry, Sir. My lips are dry. Must be the altitude.”
“On second thought, perhaps I’ll be focused on my own pleasure. I’ll let you stroke me off, and I’ll ejaculate all over your breasts, then I’ll feed you my cum. Then I’ll fall asleep.”
“You really do have a sadistic streak, Sir.”
“Little sub, you haven’t even begun to suspect the depths of my desire to torment you.”
She shuddered.
“Keep it up and you’ll find out.” He captured her right hand and moved it to the apex of her thighs. Without warning, he removed the second clamp. Once more, he used his mouth to soothe her ache.
“If that’s the treatment I get after you clamp me, feel free to do it anytime.”
“My pleasure.” And it was. He loved the feminine taste of her and the way her nipple lengthened as he sucked. He used his tongue to press the elongated tip against the roof of his mouth, then gently bit her as he released it.
“Wow, Sir.”
He stood and crossed to the leather-covered storage bench at the foot of the bed. He removed a wooden box that had been buried under a comforter. Careful to stay in her sight, he placed the box on a nightstand, then he pulled out several pairs of clamps, some scarves, a small bottle of lube, and a couple lengths of sturdy rope.
“Do you have condoms there?” she asked. “Otherwise, my purse is downstairs.”
He looked at her. With her eyes wide, mouth softly parted, naked body, and reddened breasts, she was beautiful. “So you want to fuck?” he asked, his chest constricting. There was nothing he wanted more.
“I want you in me, Sir. Yes.”
Suddenly he had difficulty remembering what he was doing. The idea of burying himself balls-deep in her pussy scrambled his brains.
He forced himself to think about her. His needs could and would wait. He’d promised her several orgasms, and that was his priority.
She kept her gaze fixed on him as he selected a pair of Japanese clover clamps. For a moment, he allowed the chain to dangle from his index finger.
“I’m willing to try. For you.”
His cock grew much harder.
He returned to her and sucked on each of her nipples before attaching the rubber-tipped metal clamps.
She lifted her butt off the bed. “It burns, Sir.”
“Use your safe word, or slow word, or settle down.” He stroked between her legs, making her wet again. Within moments, she responded to his touch.
“Ah…”
After capturing the chain in one hand, he gave a gentle tug.
“Damn!”
Gently, he slid a finger inside of her. “Your mouth protests, but your body sings a different story.” He released the chain before sliding back out. “Turn over and put your forehead on the mattress. Extend your hands so they reach the headboard.”
Although she moved slowly and with a ferocious frown, he didn’t hurry her.
To protect her skin, he wrapped scarves around her wrists before tying them together. Keeping a careful eye on her, he listened intently to the sound of her breathing. Her muscles were relaxed, and she inhaled softly.
After securing the length of sturdy rope to the lowest beam of the headboard, he stepped back to survey his handiwork. “Fabulous.” What could be more perfect than a beautiful woman tied in place for him?
She tugged on the bonds, as if testing them. As he’d suspected, they held her in place.
Michael tugged his shirt from his waistband and began to unfasten the buttons, from the bottom up, and she turned her head to the side to watch.
After shrugging out of the material, he tossed it in the direction of the closet.
“Sexy, if you don’t mind me saying so, Sir. And nice tattoo.”
“Thank you.” It was a good thing the artist had had talent. The night his father had passed, Michael had consumed too much, and in honor of the man’s memory—and his own commitment to the land—he’d had an eagle tattooed on his right biceps. “Now to see to you, Sydney.”
He stroked her ass. “You’re not even a bit pink from your earlier spanking.”
She wiggled her hips as if in invitation.
He rubbed her, gradually increasing the friction. Then he smacked her, hard.
“Mmm.” The word was all but a sigh.
He spanked the other buttock as well. As she relaxed, her spine became supple, and she pressed her cheek onto the mattress.
As he continued, he used his right hand to unbuckle his belt while he stroked her with the other.
Wordlessly turning herself over to him, she moved back and forth.
“Are you ready to come already?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir, I am. Please.”
Her plea was almost his undoing. But since he wanted her to wait a little longer, he stopped touching her and finished removing his belt.
Doubling it over, he asked, “How about a taste of leather?”
“More than a taste would be nice.”
He gave her a few gentle slaps, searching for a rhythm they’d both enjoy. At the Den, he’d learned a bit about her.
She could tolerate hard hits—in fact, she seemed to enjoy them the most. It would take a minute to get her there, though, and he forced himself to be patient. While he wanted her red and sore, he also wanted her to recover quickly. He had other plans for her.
With every third hit, he applied a little more wrist. And he rained the leather kisses over her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Her tiny whimpers drove him on.
“God, Sir!”
That she became so aroused by an erotic belting appealed to him. He couldn’t wait to use a flogger and a paddle on her.
For a moment, he paused to tease her pussy.
“Now, now, now,” she chanted.
“Almost.” He stepped back and resumed the spanking until her ass was red.
“I’m going to come without you touching me.” Her fingers were interlaced, and she strained against the rope binding.
Where she’d been soft, she was now tense. He’d never kept a woman waiting for so long, and never had a sub been more deserving.
Michael threw aside the belt and slid three fingers inside her then back out.
“Sir!”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he relentlessly finger-fucked her.
Screaming, she rode his hand, and he kept at it, driving her orgasm, not ceasing until she was twitching wildly and sobbing into the sheets.
When she went limp, he stroked her spine with his fingertips. “Now, little sub, I’m going to fuck you thoroughly.”