5. Sage #2
My hands clenched into fists on my thighs as I prepared for the admonishment that would follow. I needed it all.
“Are you ready to accept who you belong to?” he asked, stepping closer.
I made the mistake of taking a deep breath.
The deep musky scent of his precum soaked right through my brain stem.
My mouth and pussy watered simultaneously as I sank deeper into subspace.
Suddenly, the room felt warm and cozy. Everything around me disappeared but his voice and the gentle stroke of his fingers to the side of my face.
“Sir.” I breathed.
“That’s not what I want to hear, Princess.”
“I want to give you what you want,” I confessed.
His fingers slid further up my face until they wrapped tightly around my hair. Shaking his head, he tilted it as if he were studying my face.
“You portray yourself as my good girl. Good girls don’t lose control over men who don’t deserve to breathe their air,” he said, shaking his head and taking a step back.
I missed the warmth of his closeness as soon as he moved, but I resisted the urge to reach for him.
He crashed his lips into mine, making me want to grab the back of his head and pull him closer.
I knew better than that too. He pulled away, stroking my kiss-swollen bottom lip with his thumb before stepping away.
He moved to walk behind me before he continued.
“You know how this goes. You do what the fuck I tell you to do when the fuck I tell you to do it. You cum when I tell you to cum and not a moment sooner. If you fail to follow instructions, we will start over until you are able to comply. Do you understand?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. You’re going to take your punishment like the beautiful, little slut you are, then I will reward you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Whap!
A hot strike from my favorite tool caused me to hiss. Although I felt the pain, I instinctually arched my back to push my ass out for more.
“I know my princess loves impact play, but you’re not in control here.”
When he appeared in front of me, my eyes shot to the way his dick swung heavily in the basketball shorts he wore.
I licked my lips imagining the flavor of him on my tongue.
He extended his hand and helped me to stand before walking around behind me.
Slowly, he dragged my panties down the back of my legs, kissing his way down as he spread my legs apart.
“Fuck, Princess. Look at the way this shit is already dripping for me.”
He slapped me on my ass in the same place he’d just struck, making me inhale sharply. Squatting behind me, he kissed the backs of my thighs before snaking his tongue between them and lapping up the moisture running down my inner thighs.
“I don’t even know why you bother to try to wear a thong knowing this fat ass and that plump pussy is going to swallow it up.” He laughed under his breath. “I guess that’s the point, huh. You’re trying to drive a nigga crazy. As you can see, I’m already crazy enough.”
KD took my hand and led me over to the padded bench. It was surprisingly warm as I sat and spread my legs for him to cuff each of my ankles in place. After securing my wrist behind me in soft cuffs, he stood back and admired his handiwork.
I was completely exposed to him. By the look on his face, he was pleased.
For some reason, pleasing him was all I wanted to do.
Licking his lips, he dropped to his knees.
His mouth was on me in an instant. His hot tongue dragged through my sensitive flesh torturously slow.
He savored my flavor with a deep groan that vibrated all the way to the base of my spine.
I moaned when he pushed two of his thick fingers inside my pussy knowing exactly how deep to go to press down on the spot that made my body lift from the chair.
“Please, sir.”
He removed his mouth and snatched his fingers out of me. My walls clenched, missing the invasion of his fingers. He licked his fingers, sucking them clean as his eyes swept up to my face.
“You know you’re not getting off that easy.”
By the time I caught my breath, he was on me again sucking my swollen clit into his mouth with a steady rhythm.
The filthy wet sounds he made created a heady euphoria that made my nipples tighten.
I was so close. If I could just control myself, I could get there.
My hips bucked, pushing more of me into his mouth right before he pulled away.
“Sir,” I whined as I crashed back down from my high.
“Not yet, baby. You don’t get to cum until this beautiful, sweet pussy remembers who owns it.”
With that promise, he edged me mercilessly over and over. His fingers thrust and tongue flicked until I thought we would both pass out. Finally, when I was so wrung out that I could barely sit up, he stood, pushing his shorts down to expose the thick, heavy mass that I’d been dying to feel.
Fisting his dick, he pumped it a few times before running his thumb over the tip and smearing the glossy bead of cum over the head.
Positioning himself in front of me, he slapped my clit twice with his dick, making me jump from the electric sensation.
I was so sensitive that I was sure that all he had to do was blow on it at this point and I would turn into a river.
The blunt force of the head of his dick made my body ache.
My walls contracted, hungry to be filled with him.
Grabbing my face in his hands, he kissed me, letting me taste my earthy essence on his lips and tongue.
At this point, he wouldn’t even have to touch me for me to release everything pent up at the base of my spine.
KD pulled back before dropping to his knees again.
This time, he released the cuffs from my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the seat before sinking under me and spreading my cheeks.
“Mm, please.” I begged when his tongue swiped my tight rim over and over.
“Relax for me, sweet girl. I need to send a memo to every single part of your body. You belong to me.”
Carefully, he used one of his fingers to breach my snug hole. He took his time, and it hurt so good as he worked his way deeper. When two more fingers entered my pussy, I thought I would lose it on the spot. The matching but alternating sensations made my head spin.
Pumping both holes simultaneously, he leaned in, covering my clit with his mouth sucking, licking, and stroking me into complete psychosis.
All my walls clenched around him as I prepared for detonation.
Sweat and tears poured down my face, and my toes curled into the carpet as I begged for more and more.
Apparently, I was a glutton for punishment.
“Please, please, please sir. Permission to cum,” I requested.