“How are you doing down there, little one?”
His brow rose as the question left his lips.Even that need to check in with her was unusual.Normally, if a penalty was due, he’d have had no qualms about delivering it in a timely manner with the appropriate levels of vigor.With her, however, he wanted to know she was managing, not only so that he could revel in her dismay, but also to ensure her safety.
“Am I allowed to speak, Master?”
He could hear the resentment in her tone, but his erection strained at the way she asked for permission to answer.Despite his spiraling responses, she was still falling into line wonderfully, and she was doing so in record time.
Everything she’d achieved in such a short time amazed him, setting her head and shoulders apart from those who’d gone before her.All that accomplishment had led them to that moment, with her acting as his footrest while he contemplated how to proceed.
“Yes, tell me.”
He attempted to keep his tone even and not reveal how badly he wanted her, though she’d noticed his interest before he directed her to her hands and knees.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”Her shoulder muscles tensed at the admission, shaking as though all her angst was trapped in them.
“That wasn’t the question.”He glanced to his right hand, instructing his riding crop to materialize in his palm.The crop was custom-made for the purpose of keeping his pretty footrests in line, its handle elongated, allowing him to reach the tantalizing ass on display without needing tomove in his chair.“I suggest you answer me.”
Unaware of his devious scheme, she shook her head.“I don’t know what you want me to say.This is horrible!”
He couldn’t resist the smirk that painted his face.
“I want the truth.”His reply was intentionally gruff.“Are my feet too heavy for you?”
He was sure the answer was no.He’d deliberately made sure he hadn’t applied too much weight, knowing she wouldn’t have been used to the treatment, yet still, for some illogical reason, he was bound to ask.It was as though they had taken a soul pact, guaranteeing that he cared for her every need, though Kronos had promised no such thing.
“I suppose not, Master.”She sniffed back the reply.
“You are sulking.”He smiled at the observation.“Which might only aggravate me further.”
Her clipped tone more than conveyed her umbrage, but rather than rile him, he found her surly performance improbably exciting.She was surrendering, giving him what he wanted, and it was only day one.However they were achieving it, that in itself was miraculous.
“Youhave no reason to be aggravated, Master.”She shifted her weight between her knees and palms, the first tell-tale sign that the position was becoming hard to bear.“I am the one down here being used as furniture.”
“Such enticing furniture, though,” he purred, reaching down with his crop and tapping the curve of her magnificent ass.
She tensed at the soft strike, twisting to try and see what was touching her.
“No.”His command was firm, but he suspected his smile had revealed his true intentions.“Back into position.”
“But…” She arched her back and stretched her neck, almost throwing his feet off altogether.“I can’t stay like this.”
“You shall stay until I tell you otherwise.”
He switched the crop to the other cheek, decorating it with the same goading taps he’d bestowed upon the first.Not enough to hurt, but just enough to create a sensation that would rival the weight of his ankles; a distraction from her predicament.
“And you’re not leaving until you’ve recited my rules for me.”He ran his tongue over his lips, absurdly pleased with his devious intentions.
He hadn’t planned to conjure the crop and assess her learning in real time, but watching the way she responded to its tongue convinced him that it was his best idea yet.Her breaths were labored again, her hips increasingly restless as the crop worked.
“Open your legs wider,” he growled, straightening to get a better view as she complied.
Grappling to control her breathing, she did just that, inching her knees wider while still acting as his footrest on the floor.
“Very good.”He shifted the crop between her legs, intentionally flicking it at her exposed pussy.
She yelped, gasping at the initial smacks, yet quickly settling into the new rhythm.Tap, tap, tap,went the tongue, hard enough to illicit a sliver of pain, yet soft enough, he hoped, to help her brain interpret the sensation as pleasure.
His cock throbbed enthusiastically at the thought, desperate to replace the crop’s tongue and delve between her cheeks.
