Jonas
Jonas
Kenna’s eyes flutter as I press the plug against her ass. I expected her to balk, maybe even safe word out the second she caught sight of the little trainer plug. But if there’s one thing I keep doing, it’s underestimating her. Her eyes followed it, curious and excited. And as I work the plug into her, Kenna moans, eyes drifting shut.
“Eyes on me, Kitten.” She opens them, lids heavy as she watches me in the mirror. “Good girl,” I praise as I stretch her little hole. She whimpers as it seats itself, wiggling her belly on the sawhorse. I press the plug a little deeper and give it a twist. Kenna moans around the handle of my flogger as I run my thumb around her clit, not quite making contact.
“You want me to make you come again?”
She whimpers, eyes pleading as she nods. My flogger swings as she moves.
“So desperate,” I tsk, taking the flogger from her mouth. I step back, whirling the lambskin flogger within inches of her ass. Close enough that she can feel the displaced air on her reddened skin.
I picked this flogger special for her. It’s soft and thuddy, with hardly any sting. Every strike that lands on her backside reaffirms I made the right choice. Kenna is blissed out, her skin warm. Even when I get a little rough, she doesn’t cry out. No. She moans, her expression hazy, breathing deep. She takes to submission like she was made for it.
I redden her ass and the backs of her thighs, working my way up to the lower curve of her butt cheeks. She squirms, but she’s not trying to get away from the falls. She’s trying to get me to hit her pussy. I give her a harder smack on the ass and lean over her, pulling her hair and lifting her head. She eyes me in the mirror, lips parted and eyes heavy.
“Be still, Kitten. If you’re going to be a brat and try to top from the bottom, you’re going to walk out of here sore, miserably turned on, and begging me for the orgasm I will not give you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathes.
I lay the flogger over her lower back and circle around in front of her, dragging a wood stool closer. I don’t stoop to her level. Not this time. I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside. Kenna licks her lips and I smirk.
“I think it’s time you get a lesson in what you can and can’t have, Kitten,” I say, kicking off my shoes and socks. I take my time loosening my belt and freeing it from my pants. I loop it around her neck, letting it dangle like a collar and leash.
“Fuck, you’d look pretty in my collar,” I mutter as I unbutton my pants. Her cheeks flush pink and I run my hand over the soft skin. “So beautiful and yet, so disobedient.” I pat her cheek and push my pants down to my ankles, stepping out of them. My cock bobs free like it’s spring loaded and Kenna’s eyes go wide.
I am… well endowed. I’ve gotten some stares before, but nothing has ever been as satisfying as the way Kenna licks her parted lips, neck stretching toward me ever so slightly.
“Such a greedy little Kitten,” I rumble at her. I set the stool in front of her and sit, close enough that she could reach out and touch me if she wasn’t restrained. I stroke my cock hard, milking a bead of pre-cum out of the tip. Swiping it with my finger, I reach out and rub it over her lower lip.
“Don’t taste it until I say so,” I order.
Kenna holds perfectly still, her lip glazed with that pearly drop. I lean back against the wall and rest one palm behind my head, the other stroking my cock leisurely. Her greedy gaze sears me and it’s a struggle to keep the calm facade in place.
“Do you know what topping from the bottom is, Kitten?” She shakes her head, eyes glued to my pumping hand. I roll my palm over the head once and go back to long, slow strokes. “If I’m flogging your ass, you don’t get to wiggle around and place it where you want. If I want to flog your pretty cunt, I’ll do it. If I want to fuck you, stretch you, sink every inch of my cock into that tight little pussy, I’ll do it. If I want to fuck that gorgeous little mouth of yours and cum down your throat while you swallow my dick, I’ll do it and I’ll make you like it.”
Kenna is breathing hard, so turned on she looks feral. Fuck me, she’s sexy. I spread my legs wider,
“Or maybe I’ll sit here, just out of reach. Maybe I’ll make you watch while I come all over the floor. Maybe I won’t give you a single drop.”
She whimpers.
“The point is, you don’t get a say. Once we start, you have two options: do as you’re told or safe word. Don’t wiggle that sexy ass at me and think you can get me to give you what you want. You want something from me, you better fucking behave yourself. You want my cum, Kitten?”
Kenna nods. “Yes, sir.” She almost licks her lips but catches herself. Drop spreads to her upper lip, but she doesn’t lick it.
“Then earn it. You came without asking. Now you’re going to come until I say you can stop.”
I stand and move behind her, pulling out a little air pulsator and a length of rope. Kenna watches me in the mirror, eyes wide as I rig a quick harness around her thighs, securing the toy right over her clit. She whimpers, but it’s not like she can squirm out of her restraints. I sit down again, remote clasped in my hand. I hold it up and pointedly press the power button, a wicked grin on my lips.
Kenna cries out as the toy suctions around her clit. Even on low, it’s enough to make her eyes roll back in her head.
“Don’t come without asking,” I warn her, stroking my cock and turning the speed up. Kenna whimpers, her body shaking. “How many rules did you break today?” I ask.
“Two?” Kenna throws out a guess, but I can tell her head is on the toy between her thighs, not her indiscretions. “Please, can I come?” Her voice is strained, and I shut the toy off.
“Already?” I laugh. “No. Not yet. Let’s see… You were late, you touched your clit, you mouthed off, you came without asking, and you tried to top me from the bottom. That’s five by my count,” I say before turning the toy back on high.