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I can’t use it.
I don’t want to use it.
I trust him completely.
Craving more, his palm glides over the tingling spot, and I close my eyes to savor the soft touch.The air is thick with his woody cologne, and my need skyrockets.All this, and he hasn’t even kissed me.
The heady mix of pain and pleasure, dominance and submission, has awakened a hunger I hadn’t known was there.
His fingers, firm and unyielding, undo the restraints binding me.“You’ve been a good girl,” he praises, his voice a low growl.“But I’m far from done with you.”
The weight of his gaze, filled with dark promises, sends shivers down my spine.“Sir…” my voice trembles with anticipation, “… I want more, but somewhere… more private.”
He stares down at me, and a smirk plays on his lips, clearly pleased with my suggestion.
Taking me by the wrist, he leads me to a door off to the side of the playroom.The door opens to reveal a smaller room, dimly lit and filled with an assortment of BDSM equipment.Everything from ropes to whips, chains to this bar-looking thing with two loops.
It’s a new world I’m intrigued to be a part of, and strangely, I’m hooked.
As the door closes behind us, sealing off the outside world, he pushes me against it, his body pinning mine.“You want more?”he whispers, his breath hot against my neck, “Then you’ll submit to me.Fully.Without reservations.”
I nod, my heart hammering in my ears.“Yes, Sir.”
His fingers tip my chin up, and his mouth crashes onto mine.
Hard.
Unyielding
Knee-buckling kiss that has me on the tips of my toes.
When his mouth leaves mine, I’m left with a head spin.
Holy Fuck.This man can kiss.
I can only imagine what he can do with his cock.
Kingsley moves with deliberate intent, guiding me to a padded bench in the center of the room.He fastens leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles—soft yet firm.I’m secure but not restrained to discomfort.The balance is perfect.
Memories of my past kidnapping briefly surface, where I was bound, but those thoughts fade because, for some unknown reason, I have complete trust in Kingsley.The clasp clicks shut on the last wrist bind, and he lowers his lips to my ear.“You’re mine tonight.Mine to command and mine to play with.”His dominance has me weak at the knees.
I’ve known Kingsley for a matter of weeks, but this is a whole new side of him, one that clearly fits with everything I know about him.
My heart thuds loudly, the rhythm erratic yet intoxicating.Each touch of leather, each tug of a chain, is a testament to Kingsley’s skill and experience.He rolls up my dress, gliding it past my thighs and thong so it sits just below my breasts.
He selects a leather-wrapped handle with multiple suede strands from the wall.The strands run over my exposed skin, a soft contrast to the sting I anticipate.“You’ve been so receptive, so open,” he praises, his voice dripping with a mix of admiration and dominance.“But now, let’s see how you handle this.”
The first strike is softer than expected, a teasing caress across my stomach that sends tendrils of warmth cascading over my body.Each subsequent lash heads lower until he is striking me across my clit.
I let out a moan, my panties dampening with each strike he implores.And then, as abruptly as it began, he stops, leaving my body tingling and craving more.
Kingsley draws close, his fingers gently grazing my reddened skin.“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear.“You wear my marks well.”
I can barely muster a response, lost in the sensations he’s stirred within me.But as I take a shaky breath, I realize this isn’t just about physical sensations.It’s about trust, surrender, and the deep connection formed between a Dominant and a submissive.
“You’re so wet, kitten.”His fingers graze across my moist panties, running down the seam of my folds above my thong.“Tonight, all I need is for you to be my little fuck toy, someone to use for my own pleasure.”
Oh God.
