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“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her. “That ass could make angels weep.”
Her eyes flash up to meet mine and I see what I need there. She wants more.
“Don’t move,” I say, just for good measure. She wants more punishment, not just a free ticket to fuck me. Even though I’m sure that’s exactly what she’ll be begging for in a moment.
I grab my shirt from the floor, rolling the material into a makeshift blindfold and holding it in front of her eyes.
“I’m going to blindfold you, tie your hands behind your back,” I say. “I’m going to tie your feet together. And then…eventually, Imightjust fuck you.”
Her breathing catches, her chest swelling. “I’m not going to move?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to do whatever I want to you,” I say. “Because I’m in charge, Sugar. Because you’re my good girl and a total fucking pain slut.”
She flushes. “I am.”
“Do you trust me?”
“To make me feel good? To give me what I need? Absolutely.”
“That’s good enough for me. For now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think that’s enough talking. Turn around.”
She hesitates, a slight frown creasing her brow and wrinkling the top of her nose, before she decides to trust me and go with it. She turns, and I slip my black shirt over her eyes, tying it tight.
“On the bed, face down,” I instruct, fisting my cock and giving it a hard squeeze as I watch her do exactly what I asked. I love giving orders, giving pleasure, seeing to her needs first, and I love that she’s onboard with it.
Once she’s wiggled herself into a more comfortable position on the bed, I grab my belt and snap it loudly through the silent air. She jerks and yelps as I bring it down on her ass. The stripe that’s left behind is angrier than any mark my hand left.
“Beautiful,” I tell her, caressing the welt so that she whimpers. “But I need this belt for something else. Arms behind your back, darlin’.”
Fuck if I’m not torn between wanting to lash her with it or truss her up. She complies, breathing deeply through her nose, holding her arms back with hands clasped together. She’s so trusting. I like that about her. I like how I can tie her up and spank her and choke her and fuck her any way I want, and she’ll go with it, because she knows that I’ll make it good for her first and foremost.
I’ve already decided that I won’t fuck her today, but she doesn’t know that yet. I plan to leave her spent and wrung out. Truly mine.
I loop the belt round her wrists and tie it tightly. She turns her head to the side so that she can breathe more easily and I take the opportunity to lick the shell of her ear and whisper “beautiful”.
Her responding whimper nearly ruins me. My skin is burning with need, but it’s not just the need to bury myself so deep within her that she’s moulded to the shape of me, but the desire to make all her twisted fantasies a reality.
I leave her on the bed, slipping into her wardrobe, which is also trashed, and quickly locating the items I need. A pair of silk tights, and another couple of belts. Hers are much thinner than mine, but they’ll work for what I have in mind.
Returning to Kayla on the bed, I flip her over with no warning and her surprise gives way to a nervous laugh. She can’t be comfortable with her hands tied behind her back like that now, the belt digging into the marks left by the chains, but it doesn’t matter. Soon she’ll be drowning in painful pleasure, and the discomfort in her arms will be long forgotten.
I tie one belt around her ankles, the other just above her knees, taking a minute to admire the way her thighs are forced together. Her nipples are proudly on display, begging for attention and I’m momentarily distracted as I suck one into my mouth and roll the other between my fingers. Her gasp is loud in the quiet room and I know that restricting her movements has made the sensations more intense for her.
“I’m sorry,” I say, switching to her other nipple. “I got carried away. I’ll leave you in peace for a while.”
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen and parted as she stares up at me without seeing. “No. Don’t stop. Please, Honey.”
“Come on now,” I say, pinching her pink, hard nipple. “I’m going to take you to places where you’ve never been before.”
“I know,” she says. “I trust you. I know you’ll take care of me.”
