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"Princess, are you being a bad girl? You're supposed to be naked and spread for me, ready to beg." From what I can tell, she isn't wearing much, but it's more than she is supposed to have on.
"Oops," she says while biting her lips and swaying side to side playfully. She thinks this act is going to work on me. I'm not Kyler.
"Callie, take your clothes off and sit on the bed now." She giggles and continues to stand there watching me. I walk over to my nightstand, place the water down, and grab a pair of leather cuffs out of the drawer.
"Time’s up," I tell her before reaching forward to grab her panties and rip them right down the middle. She gasps, holding onto my shoulders to keep her balance while I pull the shredded clothing off of her.
I grab her wrists, walking her backward a few steps to the bed before securing the cuffs around them in front of her body. Gently, I push her backward until she lands on her back on the bed. "Scoot, princess."
She scoots back until her whole body is perfectly positioned in the middle. I crawl on top of her, grabbing her arms and lifting them over her head to secure her to the small strap attached to the headboard. She isn't going anywhere now.
I can feel the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing increases. The fear and uncertainty in her eyes are enough to set me off right now. She wants me to use her body and call her a dirty slut; I just know it. I pepper a few kisses along her jawline before sliding off her and admiring the view. She tries to pull her hands down but quickly realizes she isn't going anywhere, and her eyes widen further.
"You look like the perfect little whore, tied up and ready for me to use." My words shock her, but I can smell her arousal.
"Pick a safe word, Callie, because that's the only way I plan on stopping before getting my fill ofyou."
Her cheeks flush the most gorgeous shade of pink as she quietly says, "Um, pickle?"
This fucking girl. "Pickle?" I say, and she giggles. It's such a sweet sound to hear.
I reach out and grab her ankles, pulling her until she is fully stretched across the length of the bed. In this position, her arms are extended straight above with no slack. From the end of the bed, I reach down to grab the strap to connect her right ankle before tightening it, keeping her leg at an angle. I do the same with her left ankle, and once she is fully secured, I step back and take a moment to admire the sight in front of me. Her beautiful fucking body spread out for me and completely at my mercy. The slack in the bindings is enough to allow her knees to bend slightly but not enough to close her legs, exactly how I want her.
She's still wearing too much clothing, though. That will need to be remedied. I climb back on top of her, my hips straddling her waist. I grab her shirt, ripping it right down the center, and let it fall to the side.
"Did you really need to rip it?" she asks.
"If you keep talking, I'll have to find a better use for that mouth. I think those lips would look gorgeous wrapped around a gag with drool dripping from your chin. What do you think?" Her eyes go wide, and she snaps her mouth shut.
"That's my good little slut," I tell her.
Reaching down, I grab my knife to further test her limits, seeing if she will let me be my full deviant self today. I take the blade and run the tip up the outside of her leg, pushing downjust enough that she feels the pressure but not hard enough to break skin. Her breathing quickens, but she stays quiet.
"How do you feel about a little bit of pain?" I ask, but she doesn't tell me no. Interesting. I continue to trail the knife up her waist and over her collarbone, her eyes following my every move. Making my way back down her chest, I slide the knife between her breasts and under the center of her bra, careful not to cut her. She isn't ready for that yet. We need to build a little more trust before we get there.
She inhales sharply and nervously breathes out, "Barrett?"
"Ssshhhh, relax, princess. I won't do anything you don't want me to. Remember your safe word." I pull up quickly on the knife, slicing her bra in half, and use my other hand to push it aside. "Fuck. You're a work of art. Let me show you how good pain and pleasure can feel together."
I carefully place my knife on my nightstand before leaning over her to run my tongue up her chest. I reach her nipple and take a moment to circle my tongue around it before rolling it between my teeth, adding just the right amount of pressure. She lets out a loud squeal when I bite down.
"Tell me, Callie, do you like the pain?"
"Yes," she pants when I swirl my tongue around her to soothe my bite. I move over to her other nipple, repeating the process.
"Or do you prefer the pleasure that washes over after?" I ask her this time.
"Both," she admits, and my cock twitches. Fuck, she’s perfect.
Pulling back from her, I reach my hand up and wrap my fingers around her delicate throat before gently squeezing. I can feel her heartbeat intensify and her chest moving more rapidly beneath me. I squeeze tighter, but she doesn't protest.
"Snap your fingers twice if it's too much and you can't speak, understand?" She nods as my other hand trails slowly down her stomach to her clit. When I reach it, I rub small circles around her, and she lifts her hips in approval.
"You're soaked. You like being used and at my mercy, don't you?" She doesn't answer, so I pinch her clit.
"Fuck!" she yells.
"I believe I asked you if you like being used and at my mercy."
