He takes a deep breath, as if inhaling me, and pushes something inside me.
I gasp, and it begins to hum.
He slaps my ass, and I yelp. Without thinking, I cry out, "Thank you, Sir."
"Ah, my pet didn't forget," he says, relief in his voice. He rubs the sting out of my ass cheek.
"No, Sir. I didn't forget."
He leans into my ear. "You say you want my love, well, this is it. This is all I have. Is this what you want?" he questions.
I close my eyes, wishing I hadn't admitted it to him again and not understanding why I even seek what I know he'll never give me.
"Answer me," he says, slapping my ass again.
Whatever's inside me grows hotter, intensifying faster than what Riggs normally allows at this point of our play.
"Thank you, Sir!" I grit through my teeth.
"Is this what you want?" he repeats.
"Yes, Sir," I state, making peace with the fact that this is the only way he knows how to love. And if it's going to bring him home, I'll accept it. Because even though Riggs is cruel at times, I can't deny my feelings. No matter how much I don't want to be in love with him, I am. And if this is all I'll ever get, it'll have to be enough. But he has to come home. Every day he's gone, I die a little more inside.
He asks, "You know what I missed, pet?"
"What, Sir?"
"Your pussy. Specifically, my tongue on it. And hearing you beg me for hours."
I close my eyes, trying not to squirm, almost feeling him flickering on my body.
He drags his hand over my spine and steps toward my face, leaning into my ear and challenging, "I bet you break rule three."
"No, Sir. I won't," I state, determined to be the sub Riggs needs.
"I'll make you a deal."
"What, Sir?" I ask.
Tingles erupt on my skin from his hot breath. He asserts, "You come without permission, and I leave. You survive, and show me you're a good pet, and I'll move back in."
My determination only grows.
"It's up to you, pet," he says.
"Yes, Sir. I won't break rule three," I insist.
He kisses under my lobe, ordering, "On your back."
I roll over.
He takes my feet and plants them flat on the edge of the crystal. Then he grabs my hips and slides my ass toward him. He stares hungrily at my body, holds a remote in the air, and pushes a button while giving me a challenging expression, stating, "Let's see how badly you want me back."
Whatever he placed inside me intensifies its movements. I swallow hard, realizing he's not going to show me any mercy. He leans over me, his tongue hits my clit, and I grip his hair, my back arching into the crystal.
He pushes my hands to the sides of my body, far away from me, demanding, "Palms down, on the crystal at all times, pet." He sinks back into my pussy.
I cry out, unable to stop the incoherent sounds. A tidal wave of adrenaline quickly forms, rushing through my blood at lightning speed.