I don’t want to be alone. I don't want to be some girl he impresses with his massive, pierced shlong. . . though I am impressed and thoroughly interested in riding that sucker like my life depends on it.
“If you pull that shit on me, I will leave you here,” I announce. “Tied up.”
“What can I do?” His voice is rough, and I can’t read if it’s from his arousal, shame, or frustration. I kind of hope it’s all three.
What can he do?
If we are going to go through with this, I want Kaison here. Not Prince Charming.
“Ask menicelyto sit on your cock again.” I drop my crossed arms and reach up to play with my nipple, heating my skin with the motion.
His eyes latch onto the movement.
“Please sit on my cock again.”
“Mistress,” I add with a sharpness that tells him who’s in charge.
“Please,” his voice is even more hoarse now. “Sit on my cock again, mistress.”
Chapter 29
My Safe Word is Pumpkin Spice
CHARMING
Please sit on my cock again, mistress.
How does she fucking do that? How does she know what persona I’m slipping in and out of at any time? She catches it before I even do.
And for a moment there, it was the Prince Charming show. The one I put on to entertain others. It gives me emotional distance so I can focus on the novelty or depravity of what I’m doing. It’s about fun, breaking the bonds of my position, my title, my life.
This is different. If only because Cinder demands it.
Maybe I didn’t realize what I was getting into when I decided to get tied up and put myself at her mercy. Something deep, dark, and lonely yawns open deep at my core, and suddenly I feel like I’m that boy again, wanting too much, too hard.
Shit, we should make a safe word.
Pineapples?
Pumpkin spice?
Stop touching me in my sensitive feely place?
Satisfied with my compliance, Cinder approaches again. While her perfect petite pierced breasts—the triple Ps I decide to call them—push her dress down in a lewd, sexual manner that makes me dizzy with horniness, I’m desperate to see her naked.
“Take the dress off,” I rasp.
She pauses. Violet eyes narrow with merciless cruelty.
Then she turns on her heel and leaves the room, disappearing into mine.
What? Where did she go? Is she leaving me here?
The sound of drawers opening and shuffling filters in from my room.
“Looking for something?” I call out.
It’s not long before she returns and there is a familiar implement in her hand. My cock swells with arousal while my balls shrink in fear. The slap of the riding crop hitting her palm resounds in the room. A positively wicked and triumphant smile curves her lips.
