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Turning to the tray next to the platform, he removed the sheet and placed it on the floor, then he grabbed the long black hemp rope. He wrapped the rope around her creamy wrist to form a cuff, and at her shiver, he smiled. The little sub liked the feel of rope against her bare flesh.
After he formed a cuff on the other w
rist, he tied her two wrists together, then he ran the remainder of the rope around her waist. At her hip, he tied another knot to keep her arms locked down. Her breathing kicked up, her eyes were wide again, and all that excitement and arousal empowered the Dom within.
Giving her a once-over, he approved of her acceptance in the restraints, even more pleased by the ravenous arousal in her features. He dropped his hand to the junction between her legs and palmed her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed, and the sounds from her mouth encouraged him to make them louder.
He expected Presley to make modest mewls when she came, but the heat in his groin had other ideas. Something about her quiet air—nervous and shy—conflicted with how well she showed her arousal when he touched her. As he swirled the bud beneath his index finger, she opened her eyes, and he liked what he found. “There’s that pretty look on you, all hot and responsive.” A look he was becoming increasingly fond of seeing.
He slid his finger along her lower lips and slipped it between her very wet folds. Then he pushed in another, and she stretched to accommodate him. Christ, had this woman fucked at all? “Your pussy is incredibly tight, doll.”
Her breath became raspy, her eyes darkened, and her body gave off wonderful shakes. Threading his fingers through her hair, he applied pressure and tilted her head back. Locked in a hold she couldn’t free herself from, she thrust her hips forward and whimpered.
Pushing his fingers within her slick heat, he settled them against her G-spot. The poor submissive struggled in high levels of arousal, and he needed to shed the edge. “Hang tight, doll, this will be intense for you.” Without letting her respond, he fisted her hair and thrust his fingers inside her, fast and hard. Her inner muscles went into convulsions after only a few thrusts, and a beautifully surprised expression rushed over her features. Her mouth parted, and pleasing him to no end, a loud scream tore from her throat. Presley held nothing back when she came, her mouth never closed to restrain the sound, and her eyes shone gloriously.
With a high-pitched scream that he suspected everyone in the dungeon heard, she burst wide open. She attempted to toss her head back, but his tight hold wouldn’t allow her to move. Her eyes pinched shut, her body jerked, and her pussy constricted around his fingers.
Dmitri slowed the thrusts, and soon she melted around him. Her breath rushed out in a loud whoosh, and as he removed his fingers, she whined. He released his hold on her hair, and the second she was without support, he wrapped an arm around her waist.
Her head was bowed, her cheek rested on his chest, and she shook with the aftereffects of her release. He lightly ran his hand over the drenched flesh on her back and found her boneless under his touch.
Beautiful.
All bound by restrictions, but when given the right to unleash, she soared.
“Well, well, Presley.” He tucked his finger under her jaw. “You’re quite loud for someone so little.”
“I—I’ve never come that hard before.” Her voice was breathless and the rise and fall of her chest quick. “Sir.”
“Compliments to your Dom are always a good thing.” He smiled, tapping her thigh with a light hit, enjoying the squeak she offered in return. “Down on all fours, head on the platform and ass up.”
Releasing her waist, he held on to her forearm, and Presley swayed a moment before she dropped to her knees. After which she lowered her head down to the platform, awkwardly, but he assisted her into the correct position.
Leaving her there in a muddle of arousal, he grabbed his cowhide flogger with black tails off the cart. He turned to her and bit back a groan, as blood rushed to his cock so fast. Her sexy nude body, with a single black rope around her hip as she waited patiently for him, made this submissive a piece of perfection.
“Look at the floor.” He joined her on the platform, flicked her hair off her silky back, then slid the leather tails of the flogger along her bare flesh. “Do not watch me.” As he straightened, she glanced at the dark wood in the line of her gaze.
Standing over her, Dmitri studied her harsh breaths, grinning at her increasing tension, which was exactly why he’d taken away her right to look. Watching her squirm and build anticipation, while totally exposed, mesmerized him.
Once all her lovely trembling turned into hard quakes, he moved in next to her and lightly, with hardly a touch, flogged her bottom. All the tension in her body fled in a heartbeat. She arched up into his hit and wiggled her bottom.
“Eyes to me now.”
She struggled to look at him as he stood near her right hip, and her cheeks were flushed bright red. He never understood why Doms didn’t allow a submissive to look during a scene. Dmitri always thought the eyes were the windows to the soul.
Flicking his wrist, and in a figure-eight pattern along her shoulders, he added slightly more force to the hits. She didn’t even flinch; her lips parted, her pupils enlarged, and he had her rapt attention.
He increased the force and issued a harder flick along her ass, and she sucked in a deep breath, but her eyes glittered with inner light. He upped his speed with the leather tails against her upper back, yet no pain appeared in her features.
This time, to test her pain tolerance, he sent a harder hit onto her left ass cheek. Her muscles became rigid, and her lips pursed as she registered the pain. He waited a good few seconds while she recovered.
Once she relaxed, and in a solid rhythm with the same pressure that he used before the hard hit, he decorated Presley’s body a beautiful shade of red. Her loud moans and quick shallow breaths all became signs of her readiness. There, he’d push her. He increased his force to the harder hit. Now that he’d warmed up her skin and she’d learned to register the sensation, she morphed the intensity into pleasure.
Not until her skin had turned a dark shade of red did he lower the flogger. At his feet rested a woman in a complete state of confusion. Wetness from her arousal spread along her inner thighs, her lungs worked desperately to get in air, and her expression was blank, exactly where he wanted her—out of her mind and into his command.
He knelt on the stage behind her and rubbed the redness of her ass. Her sharp intake of breath brought heat into his veins, as well to his engorged cock. “Spread wider for me, doll.”
In a split second, she widened her legs and curved her back, angling her ass for him. He stared down at her rosy bottom, then he spread her soft ass cheeks, which he doubted anyone had ever spread before, and gazed at her puckered hole. He slid his finger over her anus and she wiggled her bottom, indicating curiosity.
