“Sir?”
“Shh. Don’t make me gag you again.” I grab the rope suspending her ass in the air and tug it. The hook inside her shifts, and she gasps. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Just wait until I get inside. Then you’ll really come to appreciate this punishment.”
“Yes, Sir. Please?”
“There’s my good little whore.” I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back, tugging on the hook at the same time. Her mouth drops open, her eyes roll back, and she closes her lids as fear and exultation war on her beautiful face.
“I am going to fuck you hard, little one. I want you to remember your breath, remember what I taught you, and under no circumstances are you to come unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I pull myself free of my jeans, collect a drop of precum from the head, and plunge deep inside her. The hook shifts against the thin walls of her pussy and I grab hold of it and use it for leverage as I thrust deeper, faster, until we’re both panting, and her cunt is so slick with need that I meet no resistance. She milks me from the inside, and I bring my hand down hard on her ass because she almost has me with that one little movement, and I’m not done yet. I am fucking far from done.
“Don’t fucking toy with me, Pet. I am not in the mood for your shit. You don’t get to fuck me. I fuck you, remember?”
I puncture every word with a hard thrust. Brutally and savagely, I take her over and over until she begs me to stop.
“Please, Sir, please. I’m sorry. Please may I come?”
“No. You already came once tonight without my permission.”
“Please? Please?”
“No.” I fuck into her, hard, until I can’t contain it any longer and I grab her arms and use them to fuck her faster. My dick jerks. Thick ropes of semen spill from me into her hot little cunt, and she cries as she milks every last drop until there’s nothing left. I collapse against her back, careful not the squash her, but feeling the lethargy of sleep and one extraordinarily long day pile on top of me. Just as I wasn’t done fucking her, I’m not done here yet either. It would be so easy to let sleep drag me under, but I can’t, because there’s the matter of her aftercare to tend to.
I ease up off her and pull out, tucking myself back into my jeans. Then I untie the rope, and ease the hook from her body. She gasps as I pull it free. Her slick cunt clenches, and my seed spills free and drips on the hard leather with a heavy splat. “You’re creaming all over my chair, Pet. I’m going to need you to lick that up later.”
She trembles, but doesn’t say a word.
I unfasten the ropes and make light work of her bindings. She’s been in them for an hour and a half, no more, but it’s an eternity to a submissive. Her body will be aching with pins and needles as the feeling starts to flow back in. Her limbs fall heavily as she tries to scramble off the bed, and she almost topples, but I have her. I take her weight and lower her to the floor, wrapped in my arms as I knead her abused muscles. She sobs, heartrending and guttural sounds that come from deep within. It’s not unusual for her to behave this way, or for any sub to do so, really. The power exchange can be a heady mix. Pet naturally wants to please me, but she struggles to assert her own dominance, and her dominion over herself. It’s why she pushes so hard, and pushes every single one of my buttons in the process.
I stroke her hair and body as she leans into me. I let her cry, because it’s how she processes everything I do to her. She should have run when she saw me in the dressing room. She should have never agreed to come willingly, but then, as she said before, she never had the choice. I’d made it for her long before I snuck backstage. Nothing she could have said or done would have made me change my mind. I wanted her. I still want her, even now, even when she drives me to madness. I’ll always want her.
I ease myself away from her and stand. She protests, but I’m only leaving to tend to her needs. She knows I would never leave her here without proper aftercare. I’ve done it only once, and I’ll regret that as long as I live because I caused her trust in me to falter.
As quickly as I can, I grab a blanket from the nearby cupboard, a cool bottle of water, and a banana from the bar fridge. I wrap her in the blanket, cocooning her in the soft mink. I slide my legs either side of hers and pull her back to me. Then I make her drink a little and feed her some of the banana.
She’s still shaking when she leans against my chest and I murmur in her ear and tell her she’s a good girl.My perfect girl. I slip my hands beneath the blanket and smooth them over the skin of her abdomen. She closes her eyes and I rock the heel of my hand against her pubic bone, making her moan and arch up into me. Gently, I slide my middle and index finger between her labia and stroke her clit, skating my fingers back and forth, pinching the silky flesh and delicate nerve endings together. I don’t draw out her pleasure. Even I’m not that cruel. Instead, I do the complete opposite and make her come fast and easy. She hardly makes a sound save for one keening little cry.
When she lies back against me, I can practically feel the wheels turning in her head. I’m just about to demand she say whatever she needs to say when she opens her mouth and her quiet whisper fills the room. “Sir, why don’t I have a safe word?”
I rest my chin on her head and frown. “Because I tell you when you’ve had enough. Because you trust me to know what’s best for you.”
“That’s not how it works out there.”
“Fuck out there.”
“I need boundaries, Ares. You’re my Master, you’ll always be my Master, and I trust you, I do, but I need to feel as if I’m still in control of my own life. I’ve given you everything—my heart, my pussy, my soul. There isn’t a single part of me that you don’t own. But I need this.”
“You need a safe word?”
“Yes.”
“Bullshit.”
“You took my life from me twice, and you can’t give me this one thing?”
“You’re about to be Vladik’s slave. You don’t need a fucking safe word—you need a noose.”