Page 93 of Unfettered

Panic floods me. I didn’t mean for it to come across that way. Horrified, I try to explain, “I’m not trying to get out of a punishment, Sir! I promise. I…I just wanted to acknowledge you.”

He reaches out and gently caresses my face, and I lean into it. I’m sure the softness will disappear soon, so I take advantage of every drop he gives me. The duality of what he offers has me addicted.

Sure enough, he steps back, another deep exhale leaving him. However, the disappointment is banked in his eyes, and that’s what I needed to see. My stomach no longer ties itself in knots, because whatever is coming, I know it isn’t tied to anger or letting him down. It’ll be for my own good, and that I can take. I can take anything for him…

“You’re lucky I came prepared.” He pulls two objects from his pocket, and my breath hitches. I recognize both.

“Yes, Sir,” I say breathlessly, knowing I’ve earned whatever diabolical scheme he’s come up with—craving it.

“Pull your pants and underwear down and lean against the hospital bed.”

I shudder at the Super Dom voice he infuses into every word, and quickly, if a little clumsily, I obey. His fingers are rough on my already-abused ass, massaging it, letting me feel the flare of pain. I moan, unable to help myself.

Smack. “Quiet, Princess. This isn’t a reward, and I’m not going to spank you more than that. That was for my pleasure. Not yours.”

I nod, helpless against his power. I whimper as I bite back the moan wanting to escape. There’s a blunt pressure on my hole, and I grit my teeth against the desire to push back. It’s nothing but a tease. At least, until the slippery glide of lube is added.

I may not be ready for sex with Jayden, but punishment? Absolutely. I relax into it, grateful for it.

My breathing becomes ragged, even though Jayden is careful not to touch my prostate. It’s fucking maddening. Even when he inserts a second finger, all he does is focus on stretching me. I want to shove my ass back, but I know better. My job is to take what he gives me—and only what he gives me.

He removes both fingers, and then there’s a larger pressure, one that isn’t as comfortable. I groan against the invasion, loving the burn, even though I’d rather it be his fingers—or his cock. But from the feel, it’s a butt plug.

By the time it’s shoved in there, I can’t help panting. It sits in a perfectly maddening position. It's teasing my prostate, and I just know I’m going to have a perpetual hard-on any time I move from the fucker brushing against such a pleasurable area. My channel clenches down on it, wanting to feel every bit.

Jayden chuckles evilly, but I’m so lost in my need that I don’t pay attention. That's my fault. Because I forgot the sadist isn’t going to do anything too nice—especially when I’m being punished.

“Turn around.” His voice is rough, desperate, but still in control. I’m powerless against the seduction, and immediately comply. His warm hand wraps around my length, stroking me as he grips my chin. “You want to come?”

“Yes, Sir. Oh, God, please. Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm…such a desperate Princess. Yet, you don’t deserve that, do you?”

I cringe, hating that he’s right, but unable to lie. Mournfully, I reply, “No, Sir. I don’t.”

“Good, Princess, being honest for your Dom. Thankfully, I have something here that will help you behave.”

I gulp, not knowing what sorcery he has, but certain I’m fucked either way. And yet, I’ll be grateful for it. It’s the masterful mental manipulation I crave as much as, if not more, than the physical.

Before I can ask any questions, he crushes my balls in his hand, pulling them down. I yelp, and my previously hard cock softens immediately.

“Ah, just what we need. I didn’t want you to be too uncomfortable.” He slips on a cock ring before patting my poor dick that desperately wants his attention. “I do think a cock cage would be better, but I have to work with what I had on hand, and really, the cages need to be perfectly fitted for my Playthings. And a Princess like you deserves a pretty one.”

I shudder, blushing, unsure why this is turning me on, but fuck if it isn’t. Sadly, my poor cock can’t do shit about it.

“Yes, Sir.” It comes out as nothing but a thin, reedy sound, but it’s enough for his eyes to flare with pleasure—and for his predator to peek out.

“Now, what we’re going to do is let your ass get ready for my dick. When I’m ready to fuck you, I will. But you’re not going to get to come. That’s your punishment. If Roman comes around, I expect you to pleasure him. Suck him off, eat him out, whatever. Beg for his cum. You, however? You get nothing. You’re here to pleasure Roman and me. For as long as I say.”

I shudder, panting as I practically fall into his arms. I can’t help it. Everything about what he says is so damn twisted…and hot.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll do everything you both want. Anything.”

His dark chuckle warns me against such promises, but fuck if I care. Especially when he bites my earlobe before swiping his tongue over it to soothe his mark. And then he turns to whisper in my ear, only for me.

“You’ll be my good Princess. My best one. And when I’m ready for you? You’ll never forget that I own you. That you belong at my feet, over the bed, and on my dick. You’ll never forget that I’m the one who gives you pleasure, and that while you may serve Roman, and love him, I control your every move. Let this be a reminder. When I give you instructions, you fucking follow them.”

“Yes, Sir! I promise.” And that vow, it caresses both of us, pulling us together even more.