42 Dane
Dane
LINDSEY’S HAZY FOCUS DISSIPATES when she realizes I’m serious. I sit on the edge of the bed, arms crossed and eyes never leaving her body as she stands on wobbly legs. She needs to work on shifting from different submissive positions, but that’s something we can address during her training period.
My attention shifts to my collar around her neck, to the silver O-ring glinting in the dim light of the room.
It’s an odd feeling to look at it, to know she only accepted it shortly before this moment, but it feels as if it’s always been there, like her neck was simply waiting for the physical version of it from the second we met.
I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t already imagining a permanent one, but this one suits her, and she looks beautiful. All mine.
I lift my gaze up her body. She’s almost naked now, her clothes on the floor beside her.
The last thing to go is her cute thong, the thong I nearly ripped from her body.
I think she would have liked it if I had, but if I’d gone through with it, I would have rutted her into the floor like a wild animal.
I have control, but that only goes so far when the woman of my dreams is presenting herself to me in such a cute little outfit, one that had me thinking of classroom fantasies where I bend her over my desk and smack her round ass with a ruler for forgetting to do her assignment.
Lindsey steps out of her thong and drops it in a pile next to her with her clothes and the heels she had on before.
Later, I’ll teach her how to fold them how I like, but not tonight.
We’ll settle official protocols outside of the ones we set during our first agreement amendment when I don’t have the desire to claim her body with my cock and hear her screaming my name loud enough to wake the entire forest outside.
Her dilated eyes meet mine, and she shifts on her feet. I know she’s fighting her natural desire to cover herself. Over time, that desire will be eradicated.
“Beautiful,” I muse. Then I stand, commanding, “Now crawl onto the bed. Lie flat on your back, arms above your head, and legs spread. Show me what you’ve freely given to me.”
She scurries to the mattress and crawls on top of the waterproof blanket I had the forethought to put down.
She positions herself as I asked, her body in beautiful surrender and cunt wet with her arousal.
I note her chest is heaving from her short breaths, and her eyes are staring up at the ceiling.
I move so I’m standing next to her. “Lindsey, look at me.”
Her head turns, and I note her jaw is clenched. I sit on the bed and caress her cheek before bending down to kiss her. She sighs against my mouth, and I deepen the kiss briefly before pulling away to look into her eyes.
“Your body is mine, and everything that’s mine is perfect. Do you understand?” She exhales and nods while I stroke her cheek. “If you’d like, I can get you a blindfold, let you relax into the sensations.”
She shakes her head. “No, Sir. Please, I want to see you.”
I kiss her softly again. “Good, I want to see your eyes when my dick enters that sweet pussy for the first time, too. But before that…” She moans when I pull away, and I hold back a smile. “Stay in this position—don’t move.”
Her body stills, and I get off the bed to walk to my dresser where I have a few things waiting.
I grab what I put out for tonight and go back to where my good little slut has not moved.
My gaze travels down her plush body, taking in her pert nipples, wet pussy, flushed skin. Fuck, she really is perfect for me.
I lay the items near her head before I move over her, straddling her body.
She looks up at me with hooded eyes, my hard cock pressing against her softness through my slacks.
I smirk down at her before I reach to where I have cuffs attached to the corners of the headboard with short chains, something I installed earlier for this exact moment.
“You said you were interested in light bondage,” I say as I secure one cuff to her left wrist. “Tug on it for me.” She does, and I hum in satisfaction. Once I’ve done the other one, I sit back, making sure not to put too much weight on her.
Her arms are above her head, but now they’re secured with the leather-padded cuffs. I have her tug again to see her range of motion. She can squirm and move a bit, but she won’t be able to touch or grab me. Another day, I’ll secure her legs, too, but this is perfect for now.
“How does it feel?” I ask her.
“Green, Sir.”
I smile at her use of the traffic light system. “Good. You remember to tell me at any time if it’s too much?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I lean forward to reach for one of the other things I’d placed near her head.
I grab one of the small white suction cups sitting there and show it to her.
Her brow furrows, and I bring it to my lips, wetting it.
She watches with interest as I take her right breast in my hand, squeezing it and plucking at her already hard nipple.
Her hips push up against me, and I gently slap her breast.
“Oh!” she gasps.
I do it again, making sure to strike the hard bud. “Remember who’s topping who, baby.”
I lean forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth and getting it nice and wet.
I could play with her tits for hours and not get bored, but I’m getting impatient to taste her, so I take the cylindrical suction cup and insert her nipple into it, pressing it down on her skin before I slowly start to crank the handle.
The front of my slacks gets wet with pre-cum as her nipple and areola enlarge as they’re sucked into the tube. Lindsey’s breath catches, and I give my attention to her face.
Her brow is pinched, and her mouth is parted, but she’s pushing her breasts forward as if she’s asking for more.
I turn the crank again until the skin around her nipple begins to flush, blood pulling to the surface.
Her cry of pain and pleasure tells me when to stop, and I pull back to admire my work.
I gently flick the cup to make sure it won’t fall off, which makes Lindsey buck her hips again.
I lightly smack the breast that’s free from the suction cup. “Do you like that?”
She nods eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”
“I like it, too.” I suck her left nipple into my mouth to give it the same attention as the other.
The chains attached to her handcuffs rattle, and the sound has me grinning around the heated, plush skin.
I suck again before pulling back, taking the other suction cup and placing it on her breast. Her eyes are hooded as she observes the nipple expand and rise into the plastic.
When I’m satisfied with its tightness, and I’ve made sure it won’t move, I grab the last thing I got for tonight.
I slide the little pink finger vibrator over my pointer finger in front of Lindsey’s gaze so she can see what I’m doing. I click the on button, and a buzzing fills the air. I hold it to Lindsey’s lips.
“Kiss it.” Her lips pucker, and she does it before I trail it down her cheek so she can feel the sensation. When I reach her neck, gliding over her pulse point, she wiggles.
“Ticklish?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I skim the buzzing silicone down her chest. Feeling a little sadistic, I hold it against one of the section cups pulling at her nipples. She arches, chains rattling.
“Oh my god.”
I press the vibrator against the other one, her eyes closing as the pleasure mixed with pain courses through her body.
When I see her forehead start to shine with sweat, I gently ease myself off her and situate her so her feet are planted on the mattress and her legs are spread.
I stand at the foot of the bed, realizing that the part of my pants that was connected with her pussy is soaked. I fucking love how wet she is for me.
“Eyes on me.”
Her hooded gaze settles on mine as I remove my clothes, the vibrator still buzzing on my finger.
My dick is heavy and straining, pre-cum leaking from the slit.
I want to be inside her, but I’m not deviating from my plan, especially when my meal is spread out and waiting for me so patiently.
Her cunt is literally weeping for me, begging me to taste her.
“You come when I tell you to, do you understand?”
Lindsey nods eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”
I situate myself on the bed between her legs, looping my arms under her thighs and pulling her pussy toward my face.
The action is abrupt, and Lindsey squeals, chains rattling until they’re pulled taut and her wrists are straining against the cuffs.
I seal my lips around her swollen clit, her squeal turning into a deep moan that melds with mine as her flavor bursts over my tongue.
I’d forgotten how much I enjoy the taste of cunt. But Lindsey’s—it’s the best I’ve ever tasted. She’s tangy and a bit sweet. She moans and squirms under my attention, but I hold her tighter, sucking and lapping at her arousal.
“Sir!” she cries, hips lifting into my mouth.
I pull back and free one of my hands, slapping her clit. Hard. “Do not come yet.”
Her thighs shake, and she groans. It sounds sassy to my ears, so I smack her clit again before I latch my mouth over the bundle of nerves and suck.
“Oh, shit,” she cries.
I move my hands so that I’m pinning her thighs open, taking the finger that has the vibrator on it and running it over her skin as I flick my tongue on her clit.
Her whimpers fill my ears as I continue my torture. I hold her shaking thighs wider as I lick down to her entrance, my tongue dipping in until I feel the fluttering muscles of her inner walls. She’s close to coming, but I don’t want her to yet.
I grip her thighs tighter and lick downward, my tongue exploring the tight ring of muscle that I plan to thoroughly use whenever I fucking want. It is mine, after all.
“Sir!” Lindsey yells when my tongue rims her asshole. “Oh my god!”
I chuckle and continue to lick the sensitive area before swiping my tongue up to find her pussy again. I follow that path a few more times until she’s a sobbing mess, begging me to let her come.
“Please, Sir. I can’t—I don’t know if I can stop it.”
I lick back to her clit, swirling my tongue around the hard nub. “You have been such a good girl.” I press the vibrator on my finger to her clit, and she jackknifes off the bed, straining harder against her cuffs.
“Sir!”
I slide two fingers into her entrance, fingers curling to find her G-spot.
I begin to thrust in and out at a pace I know will make her body sing for me.
I lower my lips back down to her clit and suck, alternating the suction of my mouth with the vibrator along with the thrusts of my fingers.
I want to overload her body so she doesn’t know what she’s feeling, so when I tell her to come, she floats among the stars with my name on her lips.
Without my hands holding her open, her thighs clamp around my head, and I drown in her scent and taste.
“Dane—Sir—oh, fuck. Please, may I come? Please, may I come, Sir?”
I fuck her faster with my fingers and manage to look up at her face.
She’s staring down at me, skin flushed, the suction cups still on her breasts, and her body coated in a sheen of sweat.
Her lower body tenses, and her thighs squeeze around me.
She has been such a good girl, and I’m ready to see her fall apart.
“Do it, baby. Fucking soak me.”
Her head presses back into the bed as I take her clit into my mouth and thrust my fingers hard into her cunt, adding a third one for good measure. She shakes and cries my name as her orgasm crashes through her body.
Wetness coats my fingers, and I have no doubt she squirted for me. I’d bet money I’m the first and only man who has ever make her do that. I lap at her cum, tasting it and groaning as its heady flavor covers my tongue.
I eat her out until she’s a quivering mess, her thighs clamping at my head like a heartbeat. When I press her legs open with my palms, her hips shift and chains clink as she tries to get away from me. I don’t let her, cleaning her sensitive cunt and swallowing every last drop of what’s mine.
After I’m fully sated, I kiss her clit and turn off the vibrator, setting it on the bed. I ease up her body, still holding her thighs open and kissing the shaking skin. It’s salty from sweat, but I worship every space of skin I can get to.
I trail up until I’m at her lower stomach, nipping gently at her C-section scar and the skin of her belly, over the faint lines of stretch marks and dimples.
I run my tongue over her heart, which I can feel beating, then to her tits being tortured by the suction cups.
I leave them for now, licking the swells and then up her sternum until I reach her face.
It’s wet from tears, and I devour them, kissing over her flushed cheeks until our eyes meet.
Her breathing is hard, my beard soaked like I asked her to do. Her eyes are hazy, but there’s a satisfied smile on her lips.
“You did so good.” I kiss her softly. I do it again and again until her breathing is more even and she’s dropped back down into her body. I bump the tip of her nose with mine, and her smile widens.
“You okay to keep going?”
“Green,” she says eagerly.
I nibble at her lips until she opens for me, sucking on her tongue. She moans at the action, her hips lifting so my cock drags against her wetness, making me hiss.
I reach up and flick the suction cup on her nipple. She cries out, and I swallow it with my mouth, turning her into a puddle beneath me once again before I pull back. “Does my needy slut want her Sir’s dick?”
Her desperate whimper is all the answer I need, but like a good girl, she uses her words. “Yes, Sir. Please, I need your dick inside me.”
I finger her collar and tug on the ring, enjoying the way she flushed a deeper red after she finished her plea, like she can’t believe those words came out of her dirty little mouth.
“Well.” I nip at her lower lip. “Since you asked so nicely.”