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When I didn’t, he took his hand away from my body. The sadness I felt almost instantly was too great and I groaned forlornly. My pussy throbbed, demanding his touch once more. My skin burned and my core pulsed with desire, making it difficult to think.
“Please,” I begged. I no longer knew what I was begging for. I wanted this. I didn’t. I wanted a man to touch me and bring me pleasure. I was so fucking confused.
“Now, Kassandra,” he said firmly.
I forced myself to turn my head back to him, and he rewarded my obedience by returning his hand back to my traitorous pussy, rolling my clit with his fingers over and over again.
“Fuck, please,” I pleaded.
“You will come when I give you permission,” he scolded, and I sighed plaintively. My body was humming with pleasure and I could no longer fight it. Every ounce of desire was demanding my attention, wanting to be released.
He rolled my clit once more and the arousal that followed was electric. Every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. From within, I felt feverish, my body heating to a level that I was sure would cause me to combust. Sure, I’d been with men before, but never in my life had my body reacted this strongly to any one of them.
Markos was something different entirely.
I moaned again, and he sighed contentedly, his mouth turning up in the slightest of smiles.
“I don’t want this,” I said breathily.
“Yes, you do, little warrior. You need me to claim you. You need this from me and I aim to give it to you. I’m going to give you everything. I’m going to give you the world,” he answered.
Maybe he was right. Here I was, fighting against everything, including my own body when maybe I was meant to give in.
Hot pleasure sliced through my limbs as he teased me, edging me closer and closer to orgasm, but stopping just before I reached my peak. Over and over he did this, and I was forced to experience the rise and fall of my arousal again and again. Soon, my skin was humming with passionate desire, every inch of my flesh on fire with it.
I was finding it hard to breathe, the feeling was so heady.
Again, he teased me and again he stopped, just when I was on the cusp of my release. I mewled with dissatisfaction, and then, my body betrayed me completely. My hips rolled toward him, trying to keep connection with his finger, but still, it was no use.
He was only going to let me come when he decided I’d earned it.
I cried out forlornly, trying to come to terms with this new realization. His fingers returned to my clit, pressing against it lightly. I thrashed from side to side, overcome with the passion racing through my veins and he chuckled quietly. The light touch of his fingers continued, teasingly so and I pouted, wanting more. My eyes rolled back in my head and the breathy pants releasing from my throat were loud and desperate. There was no hiding how much this was turning me on.
I needed to come.
I moaned softly. My nipples hardened into tight little peaks and my core throbbed, hot pleasure craving release. I needed to orgasm, and I needed it now.
My hips thrust forward, trying to force him to increase the pressure, but he was prepared for that and pulled his hand away.
“Bad girl. I think it’s time you were punished for your disobedience,” he said quietly, and my pussy throbbed uncontrollably with desire.
“What?” I asked, confused. “Please, just let me come.”
At once, he pushed himself off the floor and pulled me up with him by my bound wrists. My dress was torn to shreds, hanging from my body and he sneered at it, before grabbing the remains and tearing them from my body. The expensive blue fabric fell to the floor and I stood there watching it, reminded of the waves of the ocean just outside his villa.
I was naked, except for my soaking wet panties. I stood there, unsure and embarrassedly aroused as he pulled a large oversized loveseat into the center of the room. He grabbed the remnants of my dress and pushed me harshly over the back of it. Tearing my gown into long strips, he tied me to the chair. He spread my legs so that each ankle was tied to the chair’s feet. He pulled my already tied wrists forward and bound them to the front of the chair, using much longer strips to keep me in place. By the time he was finished, I was bent over, my ass high in the air, and my panty-clad pussy on display.
His hand drifted over my ass and then he patted my cheeks softly, one after the other.
“You’ve never been punished before, have you?” he asked.
“No,” I replied breathlessly. He gripped my hips, pushing his cock up against the wetness of my pussy and I gasped.
Was he going to fuck me now?
“When you are to be disciplined, you are to be naked. If you disobey me ever again and deny me this, the consequences will be severe, do you understand?” he scolded.
“Yes,” I answered hesitantly.
