“You won’t be.”
“I won’t?”
“Nope.”
Sighing in relief, I stop trying to run from him.
He slides his belt free of its loops. I eye it nervously, suddenly not feeling as ‘safe’ as I was when I stopped. I take a step back. He takes a step forwards.
“Teasing me or being a brat won’t get you punished. I do not want to curb who you are.” He smiles, but it’s wickedly hot and not calming in the slightest. My legs bang into the edge of the bed. I fall down on top of it, my heart racing as I stare up at him. He stops right in front of me. With his belt folded over in half, he snaps it in-between his hands. I jump. My pulse skitters.
His eyes hold mine with every sinful promise. “And I like to discipline. So whenever you want to tease me, my queen, know that you will not be punished.” Pressing the bend of the belt under my chin, he forces my head back further. “For the consequences of your bratting will bring the both of us pleasure.”
With his other hand, he opens the button of his trousers. “But when you arepunished, it will be to correct something you have a bad habit of doing.” His eyes heat as he slides the belt down my neck to my breasts.
I gasp as my nipples pucker in anticipation.
“Like not taking care of yourself.” He nudges my knees apart with one leg. My breaths quicken as he steps between them. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hungry?”
“I was excited to see the walls, and I wasn’tthathungry.”
“I could’ve sent a servant to get you a snack while we crossed the room. You could’ve eaten it while you looked at the walls.”
Well, poop. I don’t have anything to say to that. “I didn’t think about it?”
He stares at me for a moment longer. “You will tell me the next time you are hungry. Is that understood?”
I nod.
“If you do not, I will punish you. It won’t be pleasurable for either of us. But the colours and safe word still applies. Now tell me, what can you call them for?”
“Anything.”
“Not just for pain?”
I shake my head. “If I’m not good emotionally either.”
“Or mentally. If you are not up for a punishment for any reason, it will not happen. You will either receive it later when you are – should you wish to continue this dynamic, or we will forgo them entirely, and I will find another way to make sure you take care of yourself.”
I nod, ready for whatever he wants to do to me. His cock’s straining hard against his trousers, and that button is already undone. I want to pull him out and suck on him. I lick my lips. He groans. His belt runs back up my neck.
“Tell me which one of the things you did today deserves a punishment.”
“The um…” I swallow as I stare at his cock. “Not eating.” I’m damn near salivating, my mouth as wet as my pussy.
“Good. Anything else?”
I blink. Then shake my head, but I don’t feel entirely certain. “No?”
My king nods. “The only time bratting will get you a punishment is if you continue when I call red.”
“Because limits go both ways.”
“Well,” he purrs, “since my good little slut is such a fast learner, I shall give you your funishments first.” He steps back as he starts to undo the top buttons of his shirt with one hand. “Lay down on the bed with your ass hanging over the side.”
I fall over onto my stomach, then scoot my legs off the bed. My pussy quivering, I fist the sheets and breathe in sharply.
“Colour?” he asks as his belt unravels through the air, the softwhooshof leather making my body tingle.
