Chapter 33 #2
“Kitten?” He yanked the blindfold off, grabbed me in his arms, and hugged me. “Shhh,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re okay, you’re okay, my pet.”
“Oh god. I’m so sorry. I need to tell you something important. Give me a second.” I sobbed, feeling years’ worth of fear roll off me.
I clung to him with all my might, breathing through it. It was like a tidal wave of emotions crashing into shore as I prepared to do something I never thought I would.
“Take your time. You can tell me anything. I’m here for you, sweetness,” he said tenderly, as his hand rubbed small circles on my lower back.
“Blindfold me once more.”
I pushed away from him and went back into wait position. We needed to do this properly, as I’d never have the chance again. He cocked his head to the side, trying to read me. His lips curled ever so beautifully before he retrieved his tie.
“You sure?”
“Never been more sure,” I boasted.
With each second that passed, I wanted to shout it out.
The amount of freedom I felt inside made me giddy.
He moved to retie it; his finger touched my cheek, brushing away an errant tear that had escaped.
Goose bumps raced down my spine as his hand moved across my cheek, then over my ear, pushing a loose tendril of hair away from my face.
“Pet, is there something you want to tell me?” His voice once again oozed with control.
“A long time ago, I swore that no man would ever own me. I would call no man Master in my heart. At one point, I believed I would have to say the word, but I would never, ever mean it. Not here.” I pointed to my heart.
I stood a little taller, feeling like I was doing the right thing for once in my life.
“Aleksandr, you’re more than my King. I trust you with all of me.
You never need to wonder how special you are.
A lock has always existed around my heart and soul.
When I told you on that first night I belonged to you, I meant it.
Giving you my body was easy, but the other two, not so much. And now you hold the key to that lock.”
Tears fell beneath the beautiful tie that smelled like him.
“I don’t have time to give on collaring, with me leaving and all.
I don’t think three weeks is enough time for me to get beyond it.
But I would love nothing more than to call you Master if you will allow me to for the time we have remaining.
For you truly are that and more, my King.
I will never belong to another the way I belong to you.
” I bowed my head, my heart beating wildly.
Would he allow it, or did I miss the chance?
As I fretted, his body drew closer. He grabbed me in a bone-crushing embrace, taking the blindfold off once more before he kissed the tears on my cheeks.
“Kinsley Anya Marie, you humble me with your words. I have no idea what I’ve done in this life to have the privilege of being called your Master, but I swear for the rest of my days that I’ll cherish you and always strive to rightfully earn that title.”
Once again, he pulled me into his arms and held me, rocking me. “Don’t think that this moment releases you from your punishment, though.” He dusted my neck with kisses.
“I understand, Master,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. The word flowed with no fear or feelings of sickness attached to it.
“That drives me absolutely crazy,” he whispered. He pushed my legs apart and slipped his finger inside me. “So wet. Do you want to know how happy it makes me that you are dripping already?”
My hips flexed upward in response as I moaned his name. He thrust into me with his fingers.
“It’ll make putting these in so much easier.”
I wasn’t paying any attention to him, only his fingers as they stroked me deeply. At least until he pulled his fingers out, reached into his pocket, and took out a small bag.
“Do you know what these are, and do we have a problem with them?” he asked, taking out a set of Ben Wa balls. I nodded; he raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, Master. And no, Master,” I replied as he inserted them and they slipped into place. My eyes grew wide at the sensation.
“I bought them specially for you. How do they feel?” A shiver raced through me as his fingers danced down my chest, lingering at my stomach before trailing lower.
“Strange, I suppose. My pussy feels so full. They’re heavy, Master,” I said, trying to adjust to how they felt.
“Excuse me? Whose pussy? What is it going to take for you to remember who this belongs to?” One brow rose as he posed his questions.
“I’m sorry, I won’t forget again,” I said, heat filling my face.
He smacked my ass hard, and I yelped, more from surprise than anything else.
The jolt made me move, and I realized that as long as I was standing still, I could feel the balls inside me, but only on an awareness level.
But dear god, that slight movement was electric.
Shit. My eyes widened as he rocked my hips back and forth, the balls rubbing together inside me.
“Get dressed. It’s time for dinner.” He stepped back, smiling.
“Alek, can I take them out?”
His face said it all. He’d hatched this evil, evil plan, one he was going to thoroughly enjoy.