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I looked to Glass. “What?”
“I need a test on that day. You’re going to need to pretend to let her go and see if she comes back.
I couldn’t swallow for a second. “Ja, I know.”
Chapter 37
For the next week, I concentrated on what some in the BDSM lifestyle would call protocol. Kneeling on command and on my entry to a room. Crawling on command. Saying Sir without hesitation, and any hesitation was punished, severely. I could do pain that she didn’t like as well as pain that made her scream her loudest climaxes and left her trembling with need for the next. Averting her eyes from mine for a week, and then at the end of that week, always meeting my gaze, unless I ordered otherwise. She slept on the floor by the side of the bed, unless I wanted her with me. Sometimes, though I never said, I drew her to me simply because I wanted to cuddle.
Cuddling...nothing wrong with that in a normal relationship. Or pillow fights. Or flowers. I couldn’t see us doing the last two. I’d turned that over and thought about her and me in that situation and came up with a blah reaction. I’d only want to wrench the pillow off her and make her bite it while I bent her over and spanked her until her ass was red. But cuddling, yeah.
That was the bastard thing of all this. I needed her unquestioning, a robot, and yet I could see and feel much of her that I loved draining away. It was heart breaking, but if she tried to escape again, the punishment might well be death...if I allowed Glass to do it. I was a mean man but Glass was even meaner. Or so it seemed. What would he do if he too adored a woman like this?
From small things she did, I could see fire still lurked deep inside. Would it be smothered entirely if I kept this up?
I had no clue. For the next week, I blindfolded her whenever we slept. In the morning she had to wait for me to remove it before she could rise. It made waking up every morning like a birthday. My present awaited me, wrapped however I’d arranged it.
I sat on the edge of the bed and admired her for ages as the sun’s rays strengthened and striped the ivory walls. Like the work of some ancient painter with an eye for beauty, the rays lay across my lady where she knelt, waiting. One wrist was attached by a long and fine steel chain to the leg of the bed nearest my pillow. The silvery chain crossed the timber floor then climbed to her wrist where the cherry-red cuff circled her. Her lips pouted, glossy as a ripened apple, and begging to be molested.
Rembrandt would have done her justice.
I rubbed at the whiskers on my chin and thought about standing but a stripe of sun approached her breast. It slanted across her areola, kissing it. I imagined my tongue there, or my mouth, and hardened. I remembered my cock in that sweet mouth but she was so perfect sitting down there on her quilted mat, with the black blindfold wrapped over her eyes and the long tails of the knot tumbling over her shoulder, that I still didn’t rise. Such soft elegant curves. My gaze travelled over her thighs and breasts and down to her waist, to where the swell of her succulent bottom showed. The V where her thighs met her body hinted at her pussy, a place I meant to explore soon.
“Part your legs, girl.”
She slid them aside.
“More.”
Ahh, mouthwatering. My cock was fully at attention.
I wanted to keep her like this – as my gorgeous prize – and I wanted her as a woman, in my bed, because she wanted to be there. I needed more than her flesh; I wanted her, whole.
I also wanted her alive.
Fok this. “Stand and come forward.”
When she reached me, I unclipped the chain then took her hands and guided her until she straddled my legs and my cock settled in place at the very start of her sweet little cunt.
“Give me your wrists, meisie.”
Her intake of breath alerted me. As I linked her cuffs at her back I asked her, “Do you think you’ve earned that?” I smoothed my hands up her arms to her shoulders then down to her warm breasts. The weight of them in my hands prompted me to grip both in the circle of my fingers. I pulled her deeper onto my cock, absorbed in how her mouth fell open and she sighed.
“Answer me.” I kissed her mouth and pushed my cock all the way in. The squirm as she wriggled herself in place was so cute. I nipped her lower lip. “Answer.”
“Uhh, Sir?”
Pumping up and down slowly seemed to space her out even more.
“Have you earned being called meisie? Are you my good slave girl now?” My hoarse voice betrayed my own passion. The ripple of her around my cock demanded more action. So I turned, toppling her onto the bed, rolling her to her stomach but keeping her knees on the floor. Then I fucked her properly making the bed shudder and protest with almost as many squeaks as she.
At what seemed a word gasped from her, I halted with my cock halfway out. Her juices had spread and made her thighs glisten. With my forefinger, I dipped into her cunt entrance, sliding it in alongside my cock. I pulled my finger out and drew a long curvy trail with her moisture to her butt.
Inserting my digit again made her quiver and her pussy tighten on my finger and cock. I watched the squeeze of her entrance where my shaft disappeared into her. Sexy fucking sight. Next time I’d get pictures.
“What?” Had she gathered her wits and recalled my question? I slipped another inch of cock into her. “Did you want to answer my question?”
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