Chapter 33
“Strip.”
That one, singular word had my cock hardening.
We had just walked into my bedroom, the subtle lighting reflecting off the dark blue walls and reclaimed wood behind the bed, lending a cozy comfort.
I’d just pulled back the large comforter for her so that we could crash out when her single word had rung through the space.
When I turned to face her, her arms were under her breasts, plumping them up even more. Fuck, she was a diamond.
Slipping my shirt off my shoulders, and then reaching back and tugging my undershirt off, I smiled as lust flowed through every muscle in her body, her nipples pebbling and now visible through her shirt.
She watched as I slowly undid my belt, slipped it off, and tossed it to the chair in the corner.
The very chair she had made me watch her masturbate from three days ago.
She’d made me sit here, fully clothed and not allowed to touch myself.
What she didn’t know was what I had done after the last time we’d had sex.
When I turned around so that she would be able to see my ass as I slipped my pants and boxers off, my heart raced.
Would she actually let me cum today? God, it had been a week since I’d been allowed.
Since . . . I turned and faced her, and when she realized what I had done, her pupils blew out—I could hardly see the ring of blue in her eyes.
“My cage,” she said appreciatively. “How long?”
“Since you last allowed me to touch you. It’s been excruciating. Every time you’ve played with yourself, every time you've walked into a room, Goddess.”
“What if I don’t have the key, Pretty Boy?” She took a few steps toward me, swaying her hips. She went to her knees and kissed each of my hips before running a finger around the ring of the cage. “You look so beautiful locked up.”
“My cock belongs to you, Goddess.”
She leaned forward, rubbing each side of her nose along the chain mail, her hot breath caressing my balls. I couldn’t help the groan that came from my lips as the head of my cock pressed hard against the metal.
“Oh, look at my pretty boy. He looks like he’s in so much pain.”
While she wasn’t wrong, I’d come to enjoy the pain she gave me.
Since that first day, each tweak and pulse did nothing but bring me pleasure.
Kissing the head of my cock, she then slowly trailed her way up my body, stopping to lick and nibble my nipples on the way.
Caressing the side of my neck, she laid soft, gentle kisses along my shoulder before whispering in my ear, “Lie down on the bed. I’ll be right back. ”
I did as she said, and a minute later, she returned, key in hand. “Have you been a good boy for me?”
“Yes, Goddess.”
She stripped down to a see-through lingerie set, of which the bra crisscrossed, showing lots of fleshy tit but simultaneously covering the nipple.
The panties, on the other hand, left nothing to the imagination and were barely more than a strip of fabric.
One that I wanted to tear off with my teeth. If she would let me.
First, though, she bent down, unlocked the cage, and carefully removed my cock. Her tongue then ran the length of me, flicking a couple times under the head before she encompassed it with her lips. I groaned and gripped the sheets to keep from thrusting into her hot mouth.
“That’s my pretty boy. I’m so proud of you.” Wrapping her lips around me again, she used her teeth this time to scrape her way back up and bite down around the head of me.
“Fuck.” I drew out the word, not sure as a curse or in gratitude.
She licked the pain away, but it really just sent more pleasure up my spine.
“I might actually let you cum today, with how good you are being. First, though.” She stood up and straddled my head, facing my cock.
“You are going to make me cum. Is that understood? But you are not allowed. No matter what I do, you are not allowed to cum.”
My cock twitched at the command, and I took a calming breath. Why did those very words already put me on the fucking edge? “Yes, Goddess.”
Slowly, she lowered herself, and I breathed her in. Her musky heat had my entire body coming alive, and I couldn’t help but bow my back when she was close enough for my tongue to run from one end of her to the other.
“Oh, good boy.” Her hands ran up and down my torso in appreciation.
When she fully sat down, though, I dove into her.
I licked and sucked every ounce of her flesh.
When my tongue entered her, she moaned and then smacked my cock hard, then my thighs, as she rolled against my face, seeking her pleasure.
Pulling her clit into my mouth, I flicked and sucked it hard as she bit down on my hip. I groaned in pleasure, and she rolled her hips. I sucked her harder, released her, and licked up her juices. With every pass of my tongue, she nibbled, slapped, or otherwise brought painful pleasure to my body.
I could feel her holding herself back, so I redoubled my efforts.
Her breathing came in shorter bursts, her nails digging into my skin at my thighs, no doubt leaving trails of crimson, and her hips rolling against my face, looking for any friction she could find.
As I sucked in her clit again and pressed it to the roof of my mouth, she tensed a moment before she fell apart over me.
“Fuck yes, Pretty Boy.” She screamed as she rode out her orgasm and I drank her up. The taste of her was euphoric, and I had to split my concentration to keep from coming myself.
Eventually, she collapsed on top of me and took a minute to catch her breath before standing and grabbing a crop from her bag. Elin ran her fingers along the handle before lifting her gaze to mine and smiling.
“I think you deserve a punishment.”
I stared at her, smirked and sat up on my elbows. “I haven’t done anything wrong. You enjoyed every second of my tongue in your pussy.”
The crop hit my thigh, and when the pain hit, I closed my eyes to accept it. There was a part of me that instinctively wanted to swing, but this was my goddess. A smack on the other thigh and my attention snapped up to meet hers.
My cock twitched at the lust in her eyes. The corner of her lip lifted, and I braced myself. Taking the crop, she smacked my dick with it, and the shock came through first, but then heat rocketed up my back.
“On your knees.”
Moving quickly, I took my position on the floor.
"You've been rather disobedient today, Pretty Boy." Goddess’s voice carried that particular blend of disappointment and desire that always made my cock twitch traitorously. She stood before me in her bra and panties, which she had moved back into place.
"Yes, Goddess," I admitted, keeping my eyes lowered as she circled me, the riding crop tapping rhythmically against her palm. I’d let her exaggerate the facts. All I’d done was tell her to wait while I spoke to members tonight. Well, I might have sassed her a few times.
"You know what happens to disobedient men, don't you?" The leather tip of the crop traced a line from my shoulder blade down my spine, raising gooseflesh in its wake.
"Seven strikes, Goddess," I replied, my voice already rough with need.
"Count them," she commanded, stepping back.
The first strike landed across my shoulders, a bright slash of pain that made me gasp. "One," I managed, the word barely escaping my lips.
By the fourth hit, my back was afire, each breath drawing taut the skin where the crop had left its mark. "Four." My cock ached, despite the punishment.
When the seventh lash fell, my entire body trembled with the effort of remaining still. "Seven," I whispered, relief and disappointment mingling in my voice.
Elin moved to face me, her pupils dilated with power and arousal.
"Not quite finished," she murmured, lowering the crop to my straining erection.
The first light tap made me jerk, a groan tearing from my throat.
The second and third had me breathing hard and steady, fighting for control as pleasure and pain blurred into something transcendent.
"Look at me," she commanded, and I raised my eyes to hers. Something in her expression shifted, the stern Goddess giving way to raw hunger. "On the bed. Now."
I obeyed instantly, lying back on the sheets. I was dying. She was trying to kill me. My cock was hard and throbbing with the need to cum. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. “Please, Goddess.”
Her tongue slipped through the slit of my cock, where a bead of pre-cum was gathering, and my entire body shuddered in anticipation. She was a gods damned queen. “You are killing me.”
“Not yet, my Pretty Boy. You are being so good, though. Should I give you a reward?”
The breath I took shuttered through me as I grasped onto every ounce of control I had. For weeks, she’d barely touched me. Only letting me fuck her once. I didn’t care. I was hers. Heart, body, and soul. She just didn’t know how firm a grip she had on my heart.
“I’ll do or give you anything if you let me cum. Please, Goddess.”
“Anything?” She froze over my cock and looked up at me.
I nodded, desperate.
She kissed the tip, making my cock twitch. “I need you to tell me something."
“Again, I'll tell you anything, Goddess.”
She sucked in more of me, making me groan and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up, and I did not want to disappoint my Goddess.
“Even if it’s your deepest, darkest secret?”
My breaths were coming in hard pants as the tenuous grip on my control faltered. “I have nothing to hide from you.”
She released me from her mouth and leaned back, something dark and determined flickering in her eyes. “Nothing at all?”
I shook my head as I tried and failed to ignore the need pulsing through me. “Nothing.”
“Family business?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation as I answered, “I am yours. You own me. Mind, body and soul. I will tell you whatever you want to know. I just want to please you, Goddess.”