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I kiss the side of her forehead. I inhale her scent. Words can’t explain what I feel for her.
I lay her down on a desk that I had cleared before. She looks at me startled. No matter what I do to her, her innocence will remain eternal.
I slip a pillow under her lower back and part her thighs.
She’s already panting. Her full soft breasts heave with every breath she takes.
She turns her head to the side and I hear a mixture of a purr and a whimper as she takes in the items I’ve placed there on the table.
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Sophia
I swallow down the lump of apprehension in my throat. My body is on fire. I’m so wet, I feel my juices slide over my folds and drizzle down to my ass. I’m highly embarrassed at my body’s shaking and display of arousal but I give myself to him. Entirely.
The coils of rope set me on edge and has me squirming and ready to bargain. But what will I say? I’m sorry?
I am but at the time I knew I was doing the right thing. I was trying to run my country and keep the peace despite it earning me this from Kayne. The end result was different. But I didn’t know that at the onset.
So I say nothing.
Kayne parts my legs. He brushes his knuckles down the seam of my pussy, then sucks away my essence.
“Kayne.” His name spills from my mouth as he presses my legs further apart. The vibrations in my body escalate to heights I’ve never encountered before. He picks up one of the coils of red rope.
I continue to leak from between my thighs
He wraps the rope around my knee, then forces my leg down as he brings up my arm.
I start to writhe uncontrollably when he ties the rope around my knee and binds it to my elbow. The position is awkward, but it isn’t meant to be comfortable, this I know.
Once he secures the rope to my knee and elbow, he picks up another coil and fastens my ankle to my wrist. My back arches involuntarily. I’m not still as he binds me up. But I also don’t use my safe word. I don’t deserve it.
He then attaches the end of the rope at my wrist and ankle to the underside of the table leg. By the time he does the same to my other leg and arm, I’m completely spread open. My pussy is on full display.
My asshole too. I can’t move, except to sway from side to side but even that isn’t much.
My breathing is labored. Tears are rolling down my face. I lift my head and see Kayne retrieve his belt.
God help me.
I bang my head back down on the table. I’m trying so hard to continue to breathe, to stay in the here and now but the inky darkness of my soul calls to me.
My pussy spasms without him touching me. I just have to look at his face and his darkness to know mine.
He stands at the side of the table. His gaze fixed on my face. The first strike across my exposed flesh, my ass, the backs of my thighs, shocks the hell out of me.
The leather of his belt lays into my skin like a red hot poker. He doesn’t give me any reprieve. He continues to belt me, right across my ass and the backs of my thighs.
Every time he lashes at me, I cringe, and my stomach curves in. I can handle the pain on my ass and the flesh of my thighs, but I’m frantic he’ll make contact with my pussy, vulnerably exposed.
The reality of that happening drowns me in insurmountable fear.
I’m sobbing shamelessly. When I lift my head I can see my skin streaking a bright red already. My pussy glitters it’s so wet. Kayne belts me in a crisscross manner creating a pattern that the aberrant masochistic part of me which floats on a cloud, begs for more.
But then he turns the tables on me. He glides the tips of his fingers over the red, raised streaks on my skin. I’m going to be so bruised tomorrow that I can hardly wait to wear his punishment under my clothes.
That is until he rolls more of his belt around his hand.
