Page 44 of Dominated

My chest rose—the only thing I was allowed to do as I fought the urge to move. “I think I was.”

“I’m going to reward you for that.”

He quickly tied up my feet and headed for the armoire.

Anticipating what he was going to choose to use on me was part of the excitement. But he didn’t head to the one that held the toys. Instead, he went for the armoire where I normally placed my clothes, and while he stood in front of it, he began to take off his tie, hanging it inside. His button-down was tight and fitted, revealing the muscles in his back, the dips in his shoulders, the bulge of his triceps.

His body was still so fresh in my mind.

One that was even more rippled than the last time I’d touched it.

I remembered when I’d gripped his forearms while I rode him on the couch, when I had been lost in his muscle and all his dark hair. How, when we’d gone to bed, my fingers mapped the thick line that cut through his abs, the trail that led to his cock.

Fuck.

That was the most perfect part of him. Every inch was a treat. The way the throbbing vein ran down the middle, the way the crown widened like the cap of a mushroom. The way the tip beaded with cum.

Now that he was shirtless, he moved toward the toys and grabbed something inside the cabinet. When he turned around, I saw that it was more rope despite that my wrists and ankles were already tied with it.

The rough material would burn and leave marks the harder I fought.

I couldn’t wait.

The challenge to prevent the pain was so incredibly titillating.

“Mmm,” I moaned as he wrapped the first loop around the center of my navel, tying the ends under the table. “Yesss.”

The second line went across my thighs, directly in the middle of them, and once those were in place, he broke the silence with, “I want you so tight that you’re on the verge of bleeding.” He slapped my breast.

I yelped, but didn’t move, the stinging echoing through my body.

“Is your cunt wet?”

It wouldn’t stop clenching.

It wouldn’t stop dripping.

I hadn’t been this wet since the last time he’d touched me.

“Yes.”

He slapped me again, this time across the navel with the palm of his hand, and that pushed the rope even deeper into me. “Yes what?” He slapped my other tit. “And don’t you dare saysir. That’s not the answer I’m after.”

I was so wound up that I couldn’t think.

“Yes,” I breathed, “Bale?”

“We both know that’s not my name, nor is that what I want to hear.”

His face was an inch from mine, the whiskers of his beard just so slightly grazing me. “I want to hear why your cunt is so wet.”

“It’s what you do to me.”

“Mmm.” His moan was more of a growl, and that sound, that gritty hum, caused goose bumps to rise over me. “And how am I different from the man who was in here before me—who you allowed to touch you, who you allowed to bring you near that edge?”

Alpha.

Dominance.

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