Page 80 of His Private Assistant

"This puppy will teach you some respect tonight, princess," he whispered into my ear, and I didn’t know if I was afraid or excited. I trusted him in every way, yet the tone of his voice was frightening. He was able to scare the shit out of me with only his low growling.

I crossed the line again, and I would pay for it. I accomplished my mission, but I wasn’t so sure about the outcome anymore. Yet again, I found myself in a position where I didn’t know what he was planning. Punishment was inevitable, but in which form he would deliver it was an exciting mystery.

"Don't move," he ordered, standing up.

I followed his every move when he walked away from the bed and started picking out things from the closet. I saw a dildo, a blindfold, and a candle. I wrinkled my forehead, wondering what he was up to. But he only added to my confusion when he returned some of the stuff back into the closet and turned around with a pair of scissors in his left hand.

He didn’t say a word; he just came to me and completely destroyed my outfit. I was cuffed and he didn’t want to set me free, so he cut the bra, skirt, and panties to free me of them. He untied the corset, leaving me naked, only in a harness.

"So beautiful," he muttered under his breath, watching my chest rise and fall. With his hand, he cupped my breast, gently massaging it while he trailed my body up and down with his heated gaze. My mouth was completely dry, and my core was on fire. I was desperate for his touch.

After a few seconds, he retracted his hand from my chest, and I grunted my disapproval. It was the only way to let him know I needed him close. Shit. I needed him inside me!

"Patience, princess." He chuckled, fishing something from his pants pocket. "First, I’ll attach this." He showed me a pair of silver nipple clamps with small red bells, and I gasped. I’d never tried them, and I read that it could be an extremely painful experience.

He worked my peak for a few seconds, making me moan softly, and when it hardened under his fingers, he attached the clamp. I held my breath, expecting to feel pain, but I only felt pressure as if he had squeezed it. He did the same with my other nipple. The strange sensation travelled from my chest into my whole body, arousing me. He slightly adjusted the slider to put more force on my sensitive peaks, and I found myself gasping for air when only the pain was making me crazy and clouding my brain with sexual desire.

Mr Thorn left for several moments, leaving me to pull on my restraints helplessly. I needed him to be close to me, but when he came back with a leather flogger in his left hand, I whimpered and my eyes widened. He put the tails of the tool on my abdomen, slowly dragging it up and down my torso while I lay completely still. It was cold, and it cooled my hot skin a little, but I wanted more than just teasing.

"Where should I start, hm?" he asked in a husky voice, and I winced when he hit my inner thigh. It didn’t hurt at all it was tingling. Yet, after a few more whips, a stinging pain was travelling from my legs, making me pant and moan. He moved to the other side, doing the same with my other thigh while I was going crazy.

I was pulling my restraints and trying to kick my legs, but the cuffs held. I couldn’t run away when he hit my pussy; I couldn’t squeeze my thighs together. He wasn’t cruel, but his hand was firm, although it didn’t hurt me in any way. I was actually so aroused, that for sure a puddle had formed under my ass from my flowing juices.

"Let’s do a little experiment," Mr Thorn stated, and my eyes snapped open. The mischievous glint in his blue orbs was unmistakable. I was going to suffer. To my great surprise, he brought at least a seven inches long silicone penis and showed it to me.

"You'll hold this inside your wet pussy while I whip your tits," he commanded, making me whimper. It wasn’t possible for me to obey this order. My slick opening was ready for a hard fucking, not for holding something in. Fuck!

He teased my entrance a little with the tip, and then he pushed it inside. I moaned when my walls adjusted to the size, and I squeezed all my lower muscles along with my butt to keep it in.

"Very good," Mr Thorn purred, brushing his index finger against my clit, and I cried out, barely staying focused on my task, almost releasing the toy from my grasp. "So beautiful and wet for me," he continued, leaning closer, tasting my wetness. It immediately moved out of me, and Mr Thorn chuckled, blowing air on my bud.

"Hold it, princess," he ordered sternly. "I won’t repeat myself."

I didn’t want to find out about the consequences of this disobedience, and thankfully, he stopped teasing me. He stood up, took a flogger from the bed, and kept his promise about whipping my breasts.

I whimpered, moaned, and whined. Some tears escaped my eyes, but I managed to hold the dildo inside my pussy and also, to my great shock, the pressure in my lower abdomen was unbearable. With every hit, the knot was tightening inside of me to the point where I couldn’t hold myself together.

"Can I come, sir? Please!" I cried out, pulling on my chains when he hit me again. The impact on my clamped nipples was immense. The pain and pleasure quickly spread, mixing together in the perfect symphony, and I wanted nothing more than just to follow the melody. I waited only five seconds, and one more hit before Mr Thorn granted me permission to finally find my release.

He pulled out the dildo from my pussy just to thrust it back in roughly, forcing me to arch my back and scream. The intense orgasm took over me; my toes were curling, and my vision was blurry. I couldn’t catch my breath for a few long seconds. That’s how good it was. Yet, I realised he wasn’t finished with me.

I felt his fingers in my sore hole when he gently touched my nipple. Slowly, he unclamped it, and I whimpered in pain. I raised my head from the mattress, watching as he covered my breast with his huge palm, caressing it.

"It’s okay, baby," he whispered, when I bit my lower lip, knowing the other needed to be unclamped too. He massaged my clit with his thumb, sending pleasurable tingling into my muscles, when he freed my nipple, and I groaned.

He retracted his fingers from my pussy and climbed onto the bed. He hovered over me, supporting himself on his elbows while he gently licked and kissed my aching nipples. His tenderness made my heart flutter in my chest, and my body craved him so much I almost started to cry. He was, again, able to put me in a state when I climbed the stars, and I didn’t want to fall. I needed him in my personal heaven with me.

"Take me, please," I pleaded quietly when he moved from my breasts to my neck. He raised his head, looking into my eyes with evident surprise.

"Are you sure, princess?" he asked in a low, husky voice. He knew I was exhausted after all of this, but I was dying to feel him inside me.

"Yes, sir," I whispered. He frowned, doubting my answer, and I sighed heavily. I thought he didn’t want me, but he stretched his arm and freed my wrists, one by one, from the cuffs. Without hesitation, I opened the buttons on his shirt, undressing him.

"So eager." He smirked and unbuckled his belt. He was kneeling between my legs, which were still restrained, and he put his palms on my thighs. Slowly, he moved up my hips and waist to my breasts and back down, stopping on my ass.

"Who do you belong to, princess?" he asked. The way he was looking at me set me on fire again. The lust and possessiveness that were swirling in his crystal orbs made me shudder.

"You, sir," I breathed "I belong to you."

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