“Just like that. Good girl. If you drop my flogger, everything stops. Everything.”
He stands, walking out of my line of sight, and I bite down on the braided leather handle as hard as I can without my jaw cramping. A minute later, or maybe a million minutes, it’s hard to tell in this head space, I feel Jonas’ hands smoothing over my butt.
“So pretty,” he says, voice gravelly as he sets something metallic on my lower back. It’s small, but heavy, and the cold seeps into my skin. Jonas fists my underwear and I hear a sharp rip as he shreds the delicate lace, pushing the scraps up around my waist. I glare at his reflection and it’s a good thing for him I’m gagged, otherwise I’d be yelling at him for ruining my favorite underwear. Those panties are expensive as fuck. Were expensive as fuck. Now they’re rags.
“You mad at me, Kitten?” He chuckles as he drips something warm and wet over my butt cheeks, letting it run down my cleft. His hands squeeze and knead, massaging the liquid into my skin.
“Yes,” I snipe back, but the sting of my rebuke is hobbled by the handle pressing on my tongue. Jonas is unfazed, chuckling as he drizzles more liquid over my skin. It runs between my legs, dripping over my pussy. His fingers follow, spreading the moisture over my labia.
“Maybe you’ll think twice before touching that little clit next time I tell you not to.”
Fat chance of that,I think to myself, but keep my mouth shut.
“Look at this rosy ass.” Jonas spanks me with both hands, and then, to my mortification, he spreads my cheeks open. A finger rubs a circle over the puckered hole, and I jump, surprised. That’s virgin territory for me when it comes to sex.
Jonas rumbles in appreciation. “Are you going to give me what I want, Kitten?” The tip of his finger presses against the ring of muscle, slippery from whatever he poured over me. Lube? Oil? Love Potion 69? Who the fuck knows. I nearly panic and drop his flogger, but my head swims as he gently twists his finger, lighting up some very underutilized nerve endings.
A moan builds in my throat. Jesus Christ, that feels good. I bite down around the leather. His words ring in my ears: Are you going to give me what I want, Kitten? Honestly? I’ll give this man anything he wants. I wouldn’t be here, strapped to custom sex furniture if I didn’t trust him. Besides, if I hate it, I can always drop the flogger.
Jonas lifts the metal item off of my back and runs it along the valley of my butt cheeks. I shiver and squirm at the sensation. A light spank lands on my ass.
“Be still,” Jonas growls. I lock my hips, curling just my toes instead. He circles me and I can feel his eyes taking me in as he moves. A silver butt plug dangles from his fingers and I follow it, assessing it for as long as it’s in my field of vision. It’s not very intimidating, really. It’s almost pretty and barely any wider than his finger. Instead of nerves, I feel heat course through my core.
Jonas watches my face in the mirror as he presses the plug against the ring of muscle, twisting and inching back and forth. I close my eyes and moan as he stretches me.
“Eyes on me, Kitten.”