“Yes, Sir,” I say.
“Good. Remember how to address me. Make me happy … and I’ll make you happy. Do you know what I want?”
“Me?”
“Yes … but how?”
“On the floor?”
He smacks my ass again, and my head spins with dizziness from the pre-orgasmic pulses. God. He doesn’t even have to touch my pussy to make me come this way.
“How?” he repeats.
“I don’t know. On the bed?”
Another smack.
“Fuck!”
“Don’t you fucking come, Hailey,” he growls. “I haven’t given you permission.”
I don’t know the answer. What he wants me to say. All I know is that I’m in a position where I literally wanna beg him to make me come. And no one in my life has ever gotten me to beg.
“Please …”
Another smack almost pushes me over the edge of bliss.
“Don’t. Come.” His voice is the only thing I can hold onto that keeps me from tumbling.
It’s like a basic instinct. Conforming to him. Obeying his every whim, even if I’ll hate him for it.
It’s in his voice.
In his touch.
Makes me want to give him everything.
Everything.
That’s it!
“How do I want you, Hailey?” he repeats.
“Any way you desire,” I reply with a high-pitched voice.
His hand freezes mid-air, then lowers. A tempting smile crossing his lips.
“Hmm … Finally, you’re beginning to learn.”
Chapter 15
Hailey
He grabs my hair and pulls until my head tilts back, his finger sliding across my slit. “Does this pussy belong to me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimper when he reaches my clit.
His finger disappears again, leaving me high and dry.
“Crawl to my bed,” he says.
I nod and push my knees in the right direction. Each movement is another filthy reminder of the balls inside me. I think that’s why he’s telling me to do this. He wants me to feel the intense pleasure until it makes me burst. And then he’ll probably still not let me come.
“Stand up at the edge of the bed,” he says, walking behind me.
I do what he says and stand up straight. The balls really push down now, putting ample pressure on my pussy.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he teases.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I can be good to you, Hailey … but only if you’re good to me too. And since you’ve been so bad, I’m not going to let you come … yet.” I can hear the amusement in his voice, and god, it makes me want to yell at him, but then I’d have to wait even longer for my release, which is the last thing I want.
“No back talk? I’m impressed,” he says as he opens his drawer, taking something out. I don’t respond. He didn’t ask me anything, so I’m going by his rules.
“I’m glad you finally learned that one way or another, you’re going to have to listen to me. It’s the only way to get what you want … Me.”
He grabs my arms tight. “Put them behind your back.”
“What’s gonna happen?” I mutter.
He spanks my ass so hard it makes me yelp. “What did I tell you?”
“Sorry … Sir,” I say through gritted teeth.
“But I’ll answer your question this time. I’m going to tie you up, and you’re going to let me do everything I want to you. Understand?”
I take in a sharp breath when he places my wrists next to each other and wraps something that feels like tough rope around them. “Yes, Sir.”
He pulls the rope until it fastens around my wrists, strong enough that I’ll be unable to break free without his help. My heart beats in my throat when his hand caresses my ass.
“Afraid?” he asks.
“A little.”
“Of what? Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. But I am going to push your limits.”
“The rope …” I mutter.
“Oh … this little thing?” He pulls on it, which makes my body lean back into his arms. His lips are close to my ear when he whispers, “This just makes it easier to control you.”
Control.
That’s what it’s all about.
He craves the power.
It scares me … but it also makes me want to let him play.
Maybe I really am into the kinky shit, even though I didn’t know.
“Trust me when I say you’ll like every single thing I do …” he whispers into my ear, his tongue darting out to lick my neck. Then he presses a kiss onto my skin, pulling at my hair to make my head dip back, claiming my body as his.
With one push, he manages to shove me down onto the bed, lifting my ass with his arm. A hard spanking follows, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. All I can feel are the pleasure beads bouncing inside me.
“Stay,” he growls, walking to his cabinet. I glance sideways and watch him rip open a condom, rolling it over his dick.
I nod, saliva running into my mouth at the sight of him walking toward me, his cock erect.
He positions himself behind me and pushes my back down. “Lower. Face against the mattress.”